[ Once encased within the ice, Shouto switches tactics. Instead of a frozen tsunami barreling down from above he spreads the crystallized ocean around the Akuma as a layer of frost spreads across his skin.
Almost... there.
In the death zone, his lungs struggle to extract oxygen from the frigid air. Still, he pushes on. Walls start to rise all around the area giving Allen room to maneuver and a place to anchor his ribbons.
Black spots dot his vision and he feels his body start to shut down. Stubbornly, he holds on to the end, letting go only when he sees Allen rocketing down on the broad sword, ripping through the Akuma. Only then, does he let go of his quirk.
Limbs gone numb, he slumps to the ground. Eyes halfway open, he keeps watching the Priest from far. Short, quick breaths force his chest muscles to contract, keeping him conscious. ]
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Almost... there.
In the death zone, his lungs struggle to extract oxygen from the frigid air. Still, he pushes on. Walls start to rise all around the area giving Allen room to maneuver and a place to anchor his ribbons.
Black spots dot his vision and he feels his body start to shut down. Stubbornly, he holds on to the end, letting go only when he sees Allen rocketing down on the broad sword, ripping through the Akuma. Only then, does he let go of his quirk.
Limbs gone numb, he slumps to the ground. Eyes halfway open, he keeps watching the Priest from far. Short, quick breaths force his chest muscles to contract, keeping him conscious. ]