[@Bornlucky] [b]Uchima Senior High - 2nd Floor, Classroom Building????????[/b] The arrow, the ice a glistening white in the dim lighting of the monotonous hallway, was nocked with deliberate slowness, its shaft clicking into the frightening, yet eerily beautiful, yumi in the armoured figure's hands. It was a deadly, wicked-seeming weapon, its great size and its terrifying wielder dwarfing Ryoma and his own bow. And the way the [i]thing[/i] slowly drew back the string, pointing the mighty weapon towards the newborn Persona-user ... it was purposeful, calm ... [i]mocking[/i]. A message that it could take its time, and that even with the birth of Anubis, Ryoma could do nothing to him. The two remaining table creatures returned to their feet, bodies creaking from the damage they had suffered. One was shuddering, its head pierced by an arrow and falling apart. One of its back legs was crippled - dislodged from its initial and position, and it was barely able to keep standing in the face of the attacks. The other was less obviously hurt, with only a broken arrow lodged next to its eye, bleeding a pool of sickly green fluid from the wound. They were cautious now. Not moving. Waiting for their summoner to act. The arrow did not miss. The air crackled with sound. A shining flash of brilliant ice careened the distance between them, wind screaming behind it. It struck its target, slamming into a fold in Ryoma's blazer ... and dragging the boy's entire body back with it before the shaft impaled into a wall, leaving the teenager dangling from it, mostly unharmed (albeit possibly somewhat in pain from the surprise attack), as if he were clothing hanging from a clothesline. Leaving the still-injured Ai a fair distance away and vulnerable to the now-moving tables. The armoured figure glanced over at the pale face of the girl, before looking back over at Ryoma. It lowered its bow, and stretched both its arms out wide. Tauntingly. Welcoming him to try and repeat his miracle from earlier and save his friend. [hr][@Mistress Dizzy] [b]Uchima Senior High - Hallway, Classroom Building, 2nd Floor????[/b] An obscuring haze of red and pain. An inability to feel broken, shattered bones. An awareness of the dripping of blood from deep cuts, their heat struggling piteously to melt away at the frost upon the skin. The jagged piece of ice had collided with Jin with immense power, and their state was likely not to be pretty. Heavily cut, limbs broken, parts twisted in ways that should not have been; the teenager was but a ragdoll, a ragdoll pulled by [i]something[/i] off the bloody pool upon with they laid. Something rotten. Something with the rotten, stagnant odour that had been approaching. If they could feel the cold grip of whatever had chosen to pick them up through the pain, then Jin's addled mind would realise that it had thrown them, back first with no care for their immense injuries, over something eerily, unnaturally smooth. As if they were being taken away. Taken somewhere. All while Jin's injuries continue to tick down on a clock. [i]Can you state your name?[/i] Something bubbled at the back of their mind. Would they notice it through all the pain? [hr][b]?????????[/b] [i]Click.[/i] Blinding whiteness. A brilliant shine that was searing their image into his mind. The image of his failure. He struggled to focus on it, but the intense light, hot and impossible, was stopping him. One spotlight. [i]Click.[/i] Two spotlights. [i]Click.[/i] He tried to step forward. The smoke - black, ugly - the smoke stopped him. He choked. Black carbon filled his lungs. He wheezed, hands reaching for his throat. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't take another step. [i]Click.[/i] Three. Four. Five. Six. [I]Click. Click. Click. Click.[/i] He couldn't get through. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He couldn't scream as a million suns burnt through him. His tears were evaporating. Mixing into the smog. Drying away. He tried to gasp for air. He breathed in more and more and more of the black. Something clattered to the floor. The pain in his back told him it was he. He was failing. Black clouds surrounded him. Blinding white bled through the gaps. His eyes burnt. His eyes were drying. He tried to find the clicking. The source. He couldn't. Coughing. His coughing. Glass biting into his palms. [i]My glasses.[/i] Blood stinging against smoke. Too much light. Too hot. The ends of his hairs, burning. It smelled. No. No no No NO NO. He couldn't. Not the fire. Heart quickened. Not again. Choked, ragged breath. Body didn't respond. Go forward he need to go crawl. The wood. Hot against his chest. The lightning in his heart. Stabbing. He couldn't feel his skin. Not again NoT agAIN. They were screaming she was screaming HE WAS SCREAMING. Hurry. HURRY. Being choked alive. Air. Needed air. Body. Stinging. Aching. HE DIDN'T WANT HE NEEDED TO SAV- Head broke through the black. "NO!" A pathetic, rasping scream. Inaudible. He stared helplessly. [color=fff200][i][b]l̡̰̤̦̘̜!̶̬͚̣͕̜͎͚!͓̼̠͘[/b][/i][/color] One figure. One monster. Suspended in the light. A lamp orbiting its body hypnotically. Click. Another beam. Click. Off. Rainbows scattered. Through the monotony. Beautiful colour in hell. A flash. Gone. He stared helplessly. Only the charred remains of chains. His elbows buckled as he collapsed against the wood. It was hot. It didn't matter. His hand was burning with pain. A choke. A coughed wheeze. The rush of oxygen-deprived air into his lungs. No. None of that mattered. He was numb. His legs couldn't crawl. Not anymore. Failed. His responsibility. Too late here. The smoke was leaving. Too late. He needed to ... "[i]... Hah[/i]." Find them. Bandage. Where? Weakly rising. Stumbling. Collapsing. Fire erupted in the left shoulder. Don't fall. Find them. Rising again. He failed. He couldn't fail again. Find them. The images burnt into his very brain. Stop it. Stop it all.