I can't strike upwards. But if I could--that bat-bastard. He doesn't think I could hit him even once, so if I could get in just one good hit... Kenshi... could jump higher than those explosions. I'm pretty light, but I can't do that. If I had wings like him--no, not wings, but something I could use instead!(A huge explosion knocks him back towards the Aoiya.)Henya: I'm about out of ammo. Time to finish this.Okina: That's enough, Yahiko! Get inside! Hide inside the Aoiya!Yahiko (thinking): Run? No. How much I wanted to grasp her and embrace her, to let her cry on my shoulder, but I was afraid of how she would react.Giving her a few of minutes to herself, before continuing. “The business our father left, is all yours. I’m not here to make some easy money and then disappear. The money I will give that mobster tomorrow, consider it a gift from me. There is nothing like starting off with a clean slate in life. After tomorrow I will go and crawl under the stone I came from, as you wished.”. Quickly looking at Beth he asked "Beth, are you ok? I mean do you feel ok?"And Beth looked at him as she gritted her teeth to bite back a short response and she said, "Other than getting shot because I was being stupid I'm good. Why do you ask?" No reason. Well other than this is an extremely poison bolt and should have made you go numb almost immediately and then killed you with in minutes. It's Quilatain and it is famous for its usage among assassins. They usually use it to hit and silence. Trent expects her to just continue moving forward to cover his body with hers, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, she sits down at the end of the bed. “I know what you like.” She props up her knees.Trent can just make them out and the stocking covering them. His head begins to throb with every beating pulse of his heart. How does she know? Her hands move to her thighs. Her fingers dance across the nylon of her body. He notices that even her arms are covered with fingerless net nylon gloves. He.