"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He's already gone when she grumbles back, grousing to herself. This was completely not what she signed up for, saving the stupid spy's rear end, especially not when Rin was in trouble. She'd have to trust Rin to Yukio for the time being, hope he wouldn't get in over his head or do something stupid. After she freed Shima, she'd go to them.
But there's her problem. Just how was she supposed to go about getting that spy out of there? Slamming herself against it does little more than disturb the prism, only leaving her shoulder sore. Ugh, this kid better be grateful.
It's going to take her a moment to make a plan. Shura may not be the best schemer, but she can figure a few things out. Without the clone Shimas messing with her vision or other senses, she'll be able to track down a half-finished gazebo, or maybe it was really a half-destroyed gazebo, considering the tools hanging around. Shura won't question. A hammer was a hammer, and there were even a few that were adapted for animals that were lacking in the opposable thumbs department. After picking up a couple of hammers and feeling (and looking) incredibly dumb holding them in her mouth, Shura makes another quick decision. If there were hammers, then there would be nails. Something sharp and hopefully made of iron. It doesn't take long to find a few long, rather dangerous looking nails. Sure, stabbing her left paw with the nail had its own risks, but she's not really worried about tetanus. Changing back to her original form was going to make things a lot easier now that everything had gone to crap. One quick jab to her paw, and it works like magic! Well, yeah, like magic.
Everything seems to be working out well enough for her, but all of this takes time, and every minute counts in a fight like this. A heavy hammer in one hand, some extra nails in her other hand now bloody, Shura just wants to smash the stupid prism before another clone spawns or some Honorable tries to take up the fight, even if it means throwing the stupid hammer at the prism in a pinch.
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"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He's already gone when she grumbles back, grousing to herself. This was completely not what she signed up for, saving the stupid spy's rear end, especially not when Rin was in trouble. She'd have to trust Rin to Yukio for the time being, hope he wouldn't get in over his head or do something stupid. After she freed Shima, she'd go to them.
But there's her problem. Just how was she supposed to go about getting that spy out of there? Slamming herself against it does little more than disturb the prism, only leaving her shoulder sore. Ugh, this kid better be grateful.
It's going to take her a moment to make a plan. Shura may not be the best schemer, but she can figure a few things out. Without the clone Shimas messing with her vision or other senses, she'll be able to track down a half-finished gazebo, or maybe it was really a half-destroyed gazebo, considering the tools hanging around. Shura won't question. A hammer was a hammer, and there were even a few that were adapted for animals that were lacking in the opposable thumbs department. After picking up a couple of hammers and feeling (and looking) incredibly dumb holding them in her mouth, Shura makes another quick decision. If there were hammers, then there would be nails. Something sharp and hopefully made of iron. It doesn't take long to find a few long, rather dangerous looking nails. Sure, stabbing her left paw with the nail had its own risks, but she's not really worried about tetanus. Changing back to her original form was going to make things a lot easier now that everything had gone to crap. One quick jab to her paw, and it works like magic! Well, yeah, like magic.
Everything seems to be working out well enough for her, but all of this takes time, and every minute counts in a fight like this. A heavy hammer in one hand, some extra nails in her other hand now bloody, Shura just wants to smash the stupid prism before another clone spawns or some Honorable tries to take up the fight, even if it means throwing the stupid hammer at the prism in a pinch.