As soon as Ken begins to cough again, Youji pulls his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth; it isn't a perfect filter, but it will have to do. The heat is beginning to smother, even as the smoke rises, and he can feel sweat beginning to drip down his face--but he'll be fine as long as it isn't in his eyes.
He twists the wire about his fingers, and thinks. He doesn't think Ken would be able to find the wire on the ground, and would lose too much timing attempting to do so. Can he send it to hit Ken--he aims, and has to stop himself from ringing him right around the neck. He smiles ruefully as he widens the loop and tries to aim for Ken's shoulders; it won't be tight enough to restrict, he'll be able to pull it off as long he doesn't panic.
"Ready?" Youji calls, and doesn't wait for an answer; he just lets it fly.
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Date: 2010-03-28 07:12 am (UTC)He twists the wire about his fingers, and thinks. He doesn't think Ken would be able to find the wire on the ground, and would lose too much timing attempting to do so. Can he send it to hit Ken--he aims, and has to stop himself from ringing him right around the neck. He smiles ruefully as he widens the loop and tries to aim for Ken's shoulders; it won't be tight enough to restrict, he'll be able to pull it off as long he doesn't panic.
"Ready?" Youji calls, and doesn't wait for an answer; he just lets it fly.