08-05-2018, 02:37 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
He watched the attempted attack, knowing he couldn't do anything about it in that moment. He couldn't shift into his hero form anymore, not with One for All completely gone from him. Still, his claws unsheathed. Every muscle in his body ached to attack, and he eventually buckled under the pressure.
The serval darted forward in an attempt to tear his claws through Shigaraki's side, hoping to startle him enough to release Tsuyu. If it succeeded, then Toshinori would attempt to pin him down himself. His lithe frame wasn't exactly great for combat, though, and not to mention he hadn't practiced in this form. Still, he knew at least the basics from his days as a pro hero, so he wasn't completely useless. Rancor blazed through his very veins, adrenaline pumped through each muscle. He could feel his strength returning, even if for a moment.
The words hit him but bounced off. He attempted to press his clawed paw into Shigaraki's throat, not enough to do harm, but hopefully enough to scare or silence him.
"You think I don't know that," he whispered. Enmity coated his sentence. The hair on his neck had risen. He was angry, angry to the point of acting in this way, angry to the point of harm. Would he have been this way before? Would he have been this way if he hadn't given up, if he had saved the day like he'd done before? His head bowed low to Shigaraki's level, burning cerulean gaze settling into his maroon one. "I'm not making that mistake again. Now answer me. Why are you here?"
He waited for an answer.
The serval darted forward in an attempt to tear his claws through Shigaraki's side, hoping to startle him enough to release Tsuyu. If it succeeded, then Toshinori would attempt to pin him down himself. His lithe frame wasn't exactly great for combat, though, and not to mention he hadn't practiced in this form. Still, he knew at least the basics from his days as a pro hero, so he wasn't completely useless. Rancor blazed through his very veins, adrenaline pumped through each muscle. He could feel his strength returning, even if for a moment.
The words hit him but bounced off. He attempted to press his clawed paw into Shigaraki's throat, not enough to do harm, but hopefully enough to scare or silence him.
"You think I don't know that," he whispered. Enmity coated his sentence. The hair on his neck had risen. He was angry, angry to the point of acting in this way, angry to the point of harm. Would he have been this way before? Would he have been this way if he hadn't given up, if he had saved the day like he'd done before? His head bowed low to Shigaraki's level, burning cerulean gaze settling into his maroon one. "I'm not making that mistake again. Now answer me. Why are you here?"
He waited for an answer.
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