Blue eyes flash in surprise when Dean enters. The rounds had been too loud, masking the footfalls that must have approached — or maybe Yukio's too distracted, too singularly focused on the demon. Either way, getting saved by someone who's still more stranger than ally worms under Yukio's skin, and all he can come up with are criticisms for himself.
Too weak. Still too weak. Weaker than Rin, even though he's smarter, even though he's trained for years. But compared to Rin's power... Yukio can only start to fall behind now, and will only in increasing amounts, as time goes by.
It's not a matter of ego that drives him. No amount of power will make Rin more sensible about what he does with it. No amount of power will make it possible for Rin to protect himself in the ways that he needs to.
He clucks his tongue before using the time to reload his gun and start to move back, motioning for Dean to follow. The demon makes a low sound, like the creaking of decayed wood, as it lumbers forward. Its body hisses madly where the salt has hit it, a charred scent mixing with one of rot in the air.
Shoving a hand into his pocket, Yukio's hand closes around a small bottle of holy oil, and he tosses it at Dean. "It's a rot demon. Salt can slow it down, but it's weakest against fire, especially lit holy oil. A fatal verse from the Bible would work to destroy, but I don't have all of them memorized — our best bet is to hit its heart with fire. I don't think the heart is in the body it possesses; it's probably somewhere else in the alley," Rin explains quickly, firing another couple of rounds at the body, enough to knock off a shoulder. "We could trap the body with a devil's trap. I learned about yours from Rin."
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Date: 2014-02-01 02:23 am (UTC)Too weak. Still too weak. Weaker than Rin, even though he's smarter, even though he's trained for years. But compared to Rin's power... Yukio can only start to fall behind now, and will only in increasing amounts, as time goes by.
It's not a matter of ego that drives him. No amount of power will make Rin more sensible about what he does with it. No amount of power will make it possible for Rin to protect himself in the ways that he needs to.
He clucks his tongue before using the time to reload his gun and start to move back, motioning for Dean to follow. The demon makes a low sound, like the creaking of decayed wood, as it lumbers forward. Its body hisses madly where the salt has hit it, a charred scent mixing with one of rot in the air.
Shoving a hand into his pocket, Yukio's hand closes around a small bottle of holy oil, and he tosses it at Dean. "It's a rot demon. Salt can slow it down, but it's weakest against fire, especially lit holy oil. A fatal verse from the Bible would work to destroy, but I don't have all of them memorized — our best bet is to hit its heart with fire. I don't think the heart is in the body it possesses; it's probably somewhere else in the alley," Rin explains quickly, firing another couple of rounds at the body, enough to knock off a shoulder. "We could trap the body with a devil's trap. I learned about yours from Rin."