Rokuro rises to his feet while awaiting Tech's order, standing tall and firm. Grounding himself physically, mentally, and emotionally. He inhales a deep, measured breath through his nose and exhales through his mouth. Then he pulls away the bandages covering his right eye, or where it used to be.
There's a reason Rokuro waited until the last moment, and that's because the engraved blue chalcedony stone set into his eye-socket glows. Revealing it any sooner than absolutely necessary could give away their position, even from the darkness of the shadows.
Rokuro doesn't have to perform any chakras with his hands, or utter a mantra aloud to harness this power. It comes entirely from within himself, and that's why it hurts. The pain lancing from behind the stone and into his head is brutal enough to break the focus and will of most men, but Rokuro isn't most men. Many would say he is in his own terrifying class.
There's the slightest flinch as he hones in on the driver, seeking his heart through his skin/muscle/bones, and then the truck is swerving wildly across the road, forcing every vehicle behind it to brake. The Sylphid are thorough shaken and distracted.
Rokuro wipes a trickle of blood away from his nose with the back of his arm, turning away from the road as to hide the glow of his left 'eye'.
"He is still alive-- for the moment. I felt his comrades would be more occupied trying to save his life than mourn his death." The driver won't survive the assault on his heart, but that's between Rokuro and Tech.
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There's a reason Rokuro waited until the last moment, and that's because the engraved blue chalcedony stone set into his eye-socket glows. Revealing it any sooner than absolutely necessary could give away their position, even from the darkness of the shadows.
Rokuro doesn't have to perform any chakras with his hands, or utter a mantra aloud to harness this power. It comes entirely from within himself, and that's why it hurts. The pain lancing from behind the stone and into his head is brutal enough to break the focus and will of most men, but Rokuro isn't most men. Many would say he is in his own terrifying class.
There's the slightest flinch as he hones in on the driver, seeking his heart through his skin/muscle/bones, and then the truck is swerving wildly across the road, forcing every vehicle behind it to brake. The Sylphid are thorough shaken and distracted.
Rokuro wipes a trickle of blood away from his nose with the back of his arm, turning away from the road as to hide the glow of his left 'eye'.
"He is still alive-- for the moment. I felt his comrades would be more occupied trying to save his life than mourn his death." The driver won't survive the assault on his heart, but that's between Rokuro and Tech.
"Shall we?"