[Two men - one in the middle of tying her arms behind the chair, and one at her feet doing the same to her ankles - look up. The other three looming over her turn around. The guy in the middle has a scowl on his face, but that's a bit hidden by the bandages and the awful swelling and bruising.
Oh yeah? Who is gonna make us? An army of you?
Two of the guys weren't even there to meet him the first time, but even if Akira wasn't forgettable they wouldn't give much effort toward trying to remember him. He wasn't too big of an obstacle before, after all.
Chidori had been struggling, but when Akira makes his entrance she stills. Her awe is clear because she didn't expect anybody to show up.]
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Oh yeah? Who is gonna make us? An army of you?
Two of the guys weren't even there to meet him the first time, but even if Akira wasn't forgettable they wouldn't give much effort toward trying to remember him. He wasn't too big of an obstacle before, after all.
Chidori had been struggling, but when Akira makes his entrance she stills. Her awe is clear because she didn't expect anybody to show up.]
...You came.