[It happened too fast. Niko remembered things in a blur: Niko had good reflexes but the guy with the sword dodged with barely a blink; the other guy had also jumped in and Niko smacked right into him as he turned to try again (his ears were ringing - had he collided that hard or was that just the adrenalin?); he'd lost his balance, partially because of prior smacking, but mostly because the ground suddenly felt it'd been pulled out from under him and he fell sideways, elbows first, onto one of the nearby tables.
[He didn't see what happened but he heard the heavy, fast, crashing 'WOMP' and felt something splash against him. Before thinking or even being consciously aware of what happened, his heart stopped and his entire body went rigid: he knew exactly what that smell was; he'd been smelling it occasionally for weeks now. He looked up, half-expecting and half-dreading to see Daisuke's slashed up body.
[The sight promptly freeze in place save his laboured breathing, made worse by his unwanted gagging and his painfully, pounding heart. He stumbled back against the table, knuckles white as he clutched the edges, eyes still locked on what he was seeing but refusing to process the details. He dimly registered something in the ceiling and the sword disappearing but all the stuff (stuff, not blood, not bones, not whatever the fuck else) was everywhere. And in the middle of it was Daisuke, covered with more stuff. Niko's eyes locks on him instead and he starts, voice ragged, and tinged with a hint of hysteria]
T-the fu-
[Niko slapped a hand over his mouth - that smell making his stomach churn threateningly. He tries again, breathing shallowly, voice still tinged with hysteria] -the fuck was that!?
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[He didn't see what happened but he heard the heavy, fast, crashing 'WOMP' and felt something splash against him. Before thinking or even being consciously aware of what happened, his heart stopped and his entire body went rigid: he knew exactly what that smell was; he'd been smelling it occasionally for weeks now. He looked up, half-expecting and half-dreading to see Daisuke's slashed up body.
[The sight promptly freeze in place save his laboured breathing, made worse by his unwanted gagging and his painfully, pounding heart. He stumbled back against the table, knuckles white as he clutched the edges, eyes still locked on what he was seeing but refusing to process the details. He dimly registered something in the ceiling and the sword disappearing but all the stuff (stuff, not blood, not bones, not whatever the fuck else) was everywhere. And in the middle of it was Daisuke, covered with more stuff. Niko's eyes locks on him instead and he starts, voice ragged, and tinged with a hint of hysteria]
T-the fu-
[Niko slapped a hand over his mouth - that smell making his stomach churn threateningly. He tries again, breathing shallowly, voice still tinged with hysteria] -the fuck was that!?