[ She's stronger than she looks, or something else is at play - some trick of technique or momentum. A girl her size shouldn't be able to fling Yoshiki like this, but forward he goes, hands flung out ahead of him to catch himself before he even fully realizes he's falling.
He cries out when he hits the ground, something sharp and splintered biting into his knee. He can tell it's bleeding before he finishes scrambling back up to his feet, his pant leg tacking to the injury.
He stands up facing the wrong way and holding a stick. It's not even a good stick. He is horribly, deeply aware of how fragile he is, body and mind and soul, compared to any thing that might be chasing them.
Behind the girl, the thing meets his eyes. They're perfect mirrors of Yoshiki's own, like all of it is, except for the wide, inhuman grin plastered over its (his) face. ]
cw: blood, doppelganger
He cries out when he hits the ground, something sharp and splintered biting into his knee. He can tell it's bleeding before he finishes scrambling back up to his feet, his pant leg tacking to the injury.
He stands up facing the wrong way and holding a stick. It's not even a good stick. He is horribly, deeply aware of how fragile he is, body and mind and soul, compared to any thing that might be chasing them.
Behind the girl, the thing meets his eyes. They're perfect mirrors of Yoshiki's own, like all of it is, except for the wide, inhuman grin plastered over its (his) face. ]