[He hardly notices the hair being cut, really, but when Eichi moves, Wataru's head snaps up, and he raises a hand to try to stop him. But Eichi... Eichi's gone completely mad, and it's all he can do to scramble out of the way. When the blonde is finally shoved off and into Wataru, the magician wraps his arms tightly around Eichi and refuses to let go. Bodily, he puts himself between the men and his unitmate, determined not to let them get another blow in. He's still numb, he's still feeling like his soul has left his body and died, but he glares at them with what little energy he has left. They won't touch Eichi. They won't.
So they rain down blows with who-knows-what on Wataru, fists, feet, he supposes that sharper hit was probably the gun? He doesn't know. But they're not hitting Eichi, and that's all he cares about.]
See... I'll protect you...
[Barely a whisper, then one sharp blow to the side of his head causes him to breathe out in a huff, and his arms go slack. The world is dark. He'll wake up eventually, but not any time soon.]
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So they rain down blows with who-knows-what on Wataru, fists, feet, he supposes that sharper hit was probably the gun? He doesn't know. But they're not hitting Eichi, and that's all he cares about.]
See... I'll protect you...
[Barely a whisper, then one sharp blow to the side of his head causes him to breathe out in a huff, and his arms go slack. The world is dark. He'll wake up eventually, but not any time soon.]