Yousuke tries to stop him, rushing forward to get in his way, but his shadow continues to lash out at him and knock him back. Each time he's knocked to the ground, but he gets back up as if he doesn't feel the pain. That might even be true. Something like that was trivial to him in the light that he might lose his his partner. He simply wouldn't let it happen.
"Give him back, you son of a bitch!"
Battered and bruised, he keeps getting up. He can hear the others-- he can't tell which one-- yelling after him, and after Souji, but he doesn't care. Susano-O clears a path with blades of wind. When he gets close enough, he digs his knives into the gross mass as if he were trying to tear his leader out, screaming at the top of his lungs in rage and desperation.
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Yousuke tries to stop him, rushing forward to get in his way, but his shadow continues to lash out at him and knock him back. Each time he's knocked to the ground, but he gets back up as if he doesn't feel the pain. That might even be true. Something like that was trivial to him in the light that he might lose his his partner. He simply wouldn't let it happen.
"Give him back, you son of a bitch!"
Battered and bruised, he keeps getting up. He can hear the others-- he can't tell which one-- yelling after him, and after Souji, but he doesn't care. Susano-O clears a path with blades of wind. When he gets close enough, he digs his knives into the gross mass as if he were trying to tear his leader out, screaming at the top of his lungs in rage and desperation.