[Damn it, no. She bites her tongue to keep from speaking, because the whole point of this disguise is so he won't recognize her, and her voice will be a dead giveaway. He would know.
Maybe he already knows.
Yukina is not a fighter. Even with the advantage in terms of weapons, he has the advantage in terms of skill and strength, and his twisting away is enough to keep him out of reach of the chainsaw's blade.
The scalpel catches on the fabric of her coat at the shoulder, not deeply enough to break the skin, but enough to tear at some of the fabric. She gasps, twists away, and the momentum sends the still-running chainsaw into the ground. She isn't strong enough to keep it upright, and the saw's teeth catch on the ground with an earsplitting, jarring noise.
She gasps again, pulls it upright. The saw sputters to a stop, and she grits her teeth as she tugs frantically at the cord.
It roars back to life.
She hesitates, then takes another step forward, toward him.]
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[Damn it, no. She bites her tongue to keep from speaking, because the whole point of this disguise is so he won't recognize her, and her voice will be a dead giveaway. He would know.
Maybe he already knows.
Yukina is not a fighter. Even with the advantage in terms of weapons, he has the advantage in terms of skill and strength, and his twisting away is enough to keep him out of reach of the chainsaw's blade.
The scalpel catches on the fabric of her coat at the shoulder, not deeply enough to break the skin, but enough to tear at some of the fabric. She gasps, twists away, and the momentum sends the still-running chainsaw into the ground. She isn't strong enough to keep it upright, and the saw's teeth catch on the ground with an earsplitting, jarring noise.
She gasps again, pulls it upright. The saw sputters to a stop, and she grits her teeth as she tugs frantically at the cord.
It roars back to life.
She hesitates, then takes another step forward, toward him.]