[He sees it, in the middle of his own thoughts of despair. Hair, like moonlight, dropping to the floor... Strands of that long, beautiful hair. And Eichi doesn't know how, but he pushes himself up. It's so unexpected that even the man that had dropped him down doesn't notice him moving until it's too late. He's pulled himself up to the lackey that's daring to cut away Wataru's beautiful hair and chomping down hard on his hand. It's enough to break skin.
But of course, the reaction is instant. The man yells out, curses and retaliates, trying to shake Eichi free, and when that doesn't work, kicking him in the gut, and then punching at his jaw. He's knocked back and into Wataru's collapsed form, coughing up blood that's both his and not his.
The man with the knife looks on coldly.]
"If they're too much trouble for you, hurry up and knock them out."
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But of course, the reaction is instant. The man yells out, curses and retaliates, trying to shake Eichi free, and when that doesn't work, kicking him in the gut, and then punching at his jaw. He's knocked back and into Wataru's collapsed form, coughing up blood that's both his and not his.
The man with the knife looks on coldly.]
"If they're too much trouble for you, hurry up and knock them out."