Rurik looked at Yuuto. What exactly did Bak want him to do? Yuuto was huge and Rurik was down to one arm. However, it gave him an excuse to get out of here...
"Hey, you're a big, tough snow bee, right?" Rurik said to Yuuto. "Can you at least stand?" Rurik figured if Yuuto could stand he could probably lean on him to walk if he needed.
As he was trying to get Yuuto back on his feet, his attention was drawn back to the fighting as it ramped back up.
Yuuto needed to get away, sure... but could he really just walk away from this?
. . . Of course he could! Since when was this something he would even consider? Yet consider he did.
(TL Note: Snow bee = shinobi. Rurik still can't do japanese.)
"Oh? You're still going to fight?" The big man shook his head. "Just like cornered anim-" BOOM! His face disappeared beneath a cloud of smoke as Bak's cannon blasted him. Bak's unusual arsenal seemed to have caught him off guard. Alto's attacks struck next, but behind the smoke it was hard to say how much damage had been done.
However, a moment later he fell to a knee. Alto's blade stuck out of his back, blood running down his side from where the hyperlight stream had struck as well. But he was still moving. He lifted his head, one eye now visible from where Bak's cannon had broken his mask. It was... perfectly human looking. A simple, brown eye.
A weak chuckle escaped. His sides shook as he laughed, but then his hands clenched, laughter turning to growls of effort and anger.
"Oh... very well..." The red markings that covered his skin flared with new intensity. The humanity soon fled as the sclera of his eye turned black. "You must not be left with hope."
Meanwhile, Alto didn't care to find out what that meant. The blade disappeared from the man's side as Alto remade it in his hand. He then covered the distance in an instant with one light-speed dash. Meanwhile, King also flew in from the other side. Both aimed their blades toward the man's neck.
It was unfortunate that Alto could not land a killing blow at light-speed. He had to return to normal speed to strike with all his power. The huge cultist roared and surged to his feet, throwing his arms out like a massive bird spreading its wings. The back of his fist caught Alto moments before his blade could strike and sent him tumbling into the air. King was a bit less committed and pulled back, letting the man's fist fly by. He took aim again, but rather than strike was forced to deactivate his weapon.
Alto had been snatched out of the air by his ankle and flung into King like a living flail. Had he left his saber lit he'd have cut the boy in half. As King was flying back the way he came, Alto was slammed to the ground at the man's feet who then lifted both fists high, ready to slam them down and turn Alto to paste...