[ yuuri is definitely not used to this sort of exertion, not in 'this' life. His mind whirls with memories from the past, but his body doesn't listen to him as well as it used to — or maybe it's the echo of the disorienting reality of things that's making his limbs feel too heavy and ungainly.
Letting go of the weapon, almost throwing it at the creature in a panicky motion that would be funny if it wasn't one of those life and death situations that is exciting in movies but it isn't, really isn't, when it's actually happening to you — yuuri hurries to scramble after Fushimi, towards the exit. ]
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W-Wait!
[ yuuri is definitely not used to this sort of exertion, not in 'this' life. His mind whirls with memories from the past, but his body doesn't listen to him as well as it used to — or maybe it's the echo of the disorienting reality of things that's making his limbs feel too heavy and ungainly.
Letting go of the weapon, almost throwing it at the creature in a panicky motion that would be funny if it wasn't one of those life and death situations that is exciting in movies but it isn't, really isn't, when it's actually happening to you — yuuri hurries to scramble after Fushimi, towards the exit. ]