[ The gust knocks the wind out of Dark (get it, joke so funny), forcing him off of Atsumu and back upright with a muffled thud in the grass. He lands right on his ass, and though it doesn't quite hurt him, his eyes sort of spin in their sockets. He's dizzy and frazzled by how the power balance scales have tipped against him.
The hell is this shit, ugh! He needs to harmonize quick. This average guy stuff is really biting his style. Wiping his mouth, he spits a little blood out before hearing some Zenite guards shuffle towards them, presumably to de-escalate the conflict. ]
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The hell is this shit, ugh! He needs to harmonize quick. This average guy stuff is really biting his style. Wiping his mouth, he spits a little blood out before hearing some Zenite guards shuffle towards them, presumably to de-escalate the conflict. ]