[ DODGE ]: sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.
Sabito (he lived au).
REASONS TO TACKLE.
Inosuke might have bitten off more than he could chew.
This demon would have been nothing more than an appetizer, had it not been the sixth down the line of a very fruitful night's hunt. Inosuke's blades had tasted plenty of blood, some of which also covered his half-bare frame, with some of his own thrown into the mix.
He should have listened to his body's pleas. He should have listened to the little voice at the back of his mind, an oddly familiar one, with a scolding air and an everlasting, forced smile - you shouldn't push yourself too much, unless you want to break your body beyond repair! That much should be easy for you to understand, right?
He urged his legs to move. He pleaded for his arms to respond, for any of his limbs to stop being deaf to his commands. The demon was onto him again, claws and fangs bared, ready to pounce and rip his throat out, but he remained frozen in place. By the time the signal reached his sore limbs, it would be too late–
The breath was knocked out of Inosuke's lungs as his body hit the ground. He hadn't felt anything coming, his acute senses drowned under layers of blood, grime and tiredness.
The demon continued its mad rush into the tree behind, earning the slayers a few seconds of respite. Inosuke was too stunned to move at all, his mask comically lopsided, the snout slightly squashed.
"Who... the fuck... d'you think you are...?!" Inosuke's voice was a raspy breath. He imagined himself to be thrashing madly, when his body was hardly trembling at all.
"Get off me... I gotta... kill this thing..."
