>Draw knife
>"I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created a thousand blades
Unknown to death,
nor known to life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works."
> You draw out your knife
and take off your glasses and cut her line> You prepare to say that bit but first!
> Do the above after obeying Mokou's command and fleeing
> You will run!
>Nowhere near coherent enough to do this.
>Run like mad.
> Oh how you will run!
> This place is turning into a warzone! Run like the clappers!
> Eientei had better be issuing an apology about this - despite us being a Deliverator, we do not get hazard pay.
> Stop after having run a good distance.
> Curl up into a fetal position and have us a nice long PTSD attack.
> Never before will there have been such running!
> Actually, you knew the risks when you took the job. Youkai do eat humans after all.
> They shall speak of your running for ages!
> IT WILL BE DESERVED AFTER SUCH RUNNING!
> Give Mokou the Knife while saying "You'll probly need this", chances are she DOES need it right now.
> Continue Hauling Ass away from the fight, hoping Mokou survives.
> If Mokou survives, ask her "What the hell was all that?"
> You decide to hold off on running and try and help Mokou. Turning to face them again, Kaguya has torn the hatchet out of Mokou's back and brings it down again with a sickening crunch. Mokou hollers in pain, and you notice that the handle of the hatchet is charred.
> You quickly approach and flip open your knife, placing it in Mokou's still out-stretched hand. She accepts it with a grimace and waits. Kaguya rips the hatchet out once again, but Mokou rolls over and swings her arm up, gashing Kaguya's stomach open.
> "GYUH!" She staggers back as the hatchet clatters to the ground. Mokou leaps to her feet and flies straight at Kaguya, striking for her throat.
> Kaguya gasps, the knife buried in throat. "...looks like I lose...today" she gurgles.
> Mokou still holds the blade, panting. She drags the knife forward and tears it out, Kaguya slumping to the ground. Mokou walks back towards you, the acrid smell of burnt hair and flesh still lingering.
> Passing you, "Come on, let's go.' You follow her into the forest.
> Belay that.
> If events progress so far that Mokou survives and we get to talk to her, we remember that we are the Deliverator. A Deliverator puts others before himself! Therefore, the Deliverator will first ask if Mokou is alright, if she is injured and if there's anything we can do to help her.
> THEN we begin queries for the sake of our curiousity.
> She weaves back and forth, a trail of red following her, before still well away from Eientei.
> "I guess I'm alright, but I need your help."
> Mokou strips the suspenders off her shoulders and begins to unbutton her shirt. "I need you to tie this around me, cover all the wounds until I get home."
> Removing her shirt, she reveals herself to you, more scar tissue than actual skin. Despite this, everything from her breasts to her back is taut with muscle. Rolling the now-crimson shirt, she looks oddly at ease despite the blood. "Got anything to mop up the blood with? Nevermind, just look for the holes.
> She turns around and gathers her hair, streaked and matted with blood and hands you the shirt.
> Don't be ridiculous, how can anyone survive getting a hatchet to the back? She was bleeding everywhere, and everything!
> Go back to having a panic attack.
> That said, a panic attack shouldn't stop us from trying to make our way out. Stagger to where we think the exit to this forest is.
> And a second one and getting shot, and she's still standing! Who is she!?
> And now she expects you to perform first aid! This is way too much pressure!
> Pretty sure this is the proper way out.
> But no, you're a man and you've got to help. Taking the shirt in one hand, you wrap your arms around Mokou's chest and grab the other sleeve. You step back and search the the gashes in her back. Unfortunately, they aren't close enough to cover with just the shirt.
> "Just cover the worst one then, and hurry please."
> Back to work, you locate what you believe to be the second wound, which is much deeper than the first. You line the shirt over it, step to her side, cross the arms over themselves and
pull. Mokou cries out from the new pressure, but you know to keep it tight to minimize blood loss.
> You knot the sleeves over and over again, trying to maintain the pressure. Once finished Mokou steps away and passes you your knife, sticky with blood from both girls.
> "Thanks. I guess you got questions though."
>_
