[ Kizu races down the slope of the mountain, coordinating with the figure at the summit to hit their target. Working in tandem with his omen, he forges new ice to shift that 'pointy end' into position, forcing him to stay at the top of the world with nothing but ice in every direction. Kizu becomes his eyes beneath the mile-long glacier forged for the sole purpose of aiding Allen's attack. He needs to trust in him. Trust that he'll 'manage' as he promised.
His hands go numb from the cold. Ice starts to creep up his arms, past his cuffs. It climbs higher. Nucleation sites start forming at his jaw and down his throat, spreading like spiderwebs, interconnecting. He needs to tap into his fire, but he can't stop.
Don't worry about my movements! I'll manage! ... Just use your ice!
Then an image slams into his head straight from his omen's eyes.
Allen. The Akuma. Gunfire from afar.
The sound rattles in his head with a familiar scream. A horrible icy shock has him surging to his feet, heart pounding in his chest, ready to abandon the mountain. Finish the mission! Kizu slams into his head before he can take off at a dead run. Boots dig into the mountain, his emotions swinging wildly from one extreme to another, disbelief forefront in his mind. Make it worth something! Then, in a more commanding tone: THREE DEGREES NORTH! NOW!
Teeth gritted against his own swirling emotions, he slams his hands back into the heart of the mountain, tears crystallizing in the corners of his eyes as the comet crashes into the earth, on target. ]
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His hands go numb from the cold. Ice starts to creep up his arms, past his cuffs. It climbs higher. Nucleation sites start forming at his jaw and down his throat, spreading like spiderwebs, interconnecting. He needs to tap into his fire, but he can't stop.
Don't worry about my movements! I'll manage! ... Just use your ice!
Then an image slams into his head straight from his omen's eyes.
Allen. The Akuma. Gunfire from afar.
The sound rattles in his head with a familiar scream. A horrible icy shock has him surging to his feet, heart pounding in his chest, ready to abandon the mountain. Finish the mission! Kizu slams into his head before he can take off at a dead run. Boots dig into the mountain, his emotions swinging wildly from one extreme to another, disbelief forefront in his mind. Make it worth something! Then, in a more commanding tone: THREE DEGREES NORTH! NOW!
Teeth gritted against his own swirling emotions, he slams his hands back into the heart of the mountain, tears crystallizing in the corners of his eyes as the comet crashes into the earth, on target. ]