[ oh my god, hiiro. kumo isn't yet agile enough in this strange form to avoid being manhandled by squid tentacles, his tail thrashing to escape but falling limp as he's grabbed. the wound bleeds a little more with the sudden movement, but kumo doesn't react at all.
the sword in his hand does, though. it shoots out of his grip on its own, positioning itself threateningly. ]
Put me down. Now.
[ the cutlass-shaped maken hovers over one of hiiro's tentacles, ready to cut. ]
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the sword in his hand does, though. it shoots out of his grip on its own, positioning itself threateningly. ]
Put me down. Now.
[ the cutlass-shaped maken hovers over one of hiiro's tentacles, ready to cut. ]