Garo/ Yatsu

Garo joins the area with a bomb tucked under his arms. His forehead is bleeding, his armor is cracked and dented, but he stands tall and breathes through the several cuts and bruises littering his frame. There's no time to whine or complain.

His eyes land on the aristocrat and immediately juts foward, shoving his shoulder into her to send her off her feet and out of the way. An armored forearm rises to clash metal with metal, while the other arm keeps the bomb tucked away.

He grits his teeth, having sustained enough injuries for three men to call it quits. But the Sagi is more than a mere man.

 "Enough."


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What the hell was going on? This mission suddenly got a lot more complicated, which was never good. With his fox perched on his shoulder, he recognized the woman about to be slaughtered as none other than the noble he was assigned to protect during an escort mission;

"STOP!"

He wasn't about to let anyone die without figuring out the why- immediately, his fox rushed to ensnare the amazon in a genjutsu of lusty, thick, curvy, Kitsune aiming to engage her in a lewd leglock to buy the aristocrat some time as a distract. Yatsuhiro even chucked a few kunai towards the amazon to make sure she had to defend.


(Yatsu)