( A spear, still glittering with rainbow colored shards, soars across the street and towards Akira. Whether it grazes him, hits him, or goes straight past and into the mart wall, Shealtiel doesn't seem to mind. He stands firm, almost shaking as he stares down the first real demon he's seen here since arriving. )
Stop right there, demon.
( Dressed in a police uniform with a shiny new sergeant's badge for the Enma in plain view, Shealtiel lowers the hand that he'd used to throw the spear, stepping across the street slowly. Guarded.
He feels nauseous. The scars all over his hand and up his left arm are burning, but he curls his fingers into his own palms harshly enough to ignore it. He can't be sick. He can't be sick, not again, not like always— )
This may not be Enma territory, but I can't allow you to go around thrashing as you please. You have... ( Something is faltering in his speech, and he lifts his right hand to cover his mouth, turning slightly to the side. Hm. He looks queasy? )
sutoku territory and it's going to be cw emeto next tag. just as a warning
Stop right there, demon.
( Dressed in a police uniform with a shiny new sergeant's badge for the Enma in plain view, Shealtiel lowers the hand that he'd used to throw the spear, stepping across the street slowly. Guarded.
He feels nauseous. The scars all over his hand and up his left arm are burning, but he curls his fingers into his own palms harshly enough to ignore it. He can't be sick. He can't be sick, not again, not like always— )
This may not be Enma territory, but I can't allow you to go around thrashing as you please. You have... ( Something is faltering in his speech, and he lifts his right hand to cover his mouth, turning slightly to the side. Hm. He looks queasy? )