[ Rey's ogre howls from the pain of it, clawing at its ruined face, dropping the club. Blood pours from the wounds, spattering the grass. The ogre staggers back, struggling to breathe; it doesn't manage much beyond a mangled, heaving sound. Then, it's on its knees. Its back. It spasms on the ground, still trying to summon the rage and strength to come back for Rey again, but there's no recovery here--not with bits of rubbery skin and shredded muscle spilling from the cavity of its crushed cheek.
Aizawa looks on, seemingly impassive. He glances to Yusuke--that ogre is crippled, too, clutching at its shattered chest, unable to fend off the flurry of vicious punches. It's not going to last much longer, either.
Messy. But effective, he supposes.
(The ogre up in the tree, meanwhile, has more or less strangled itself. It's not quite dead, but it's gone limp.) ]
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Aizawa looks on, seemingly impassive. He glances to Yusuke--that ogre is crippled, too, clutching at its shattered chest, unable to fend off the flurry of vicious punches. It's not going to last much longer, either.
Messy. But effective, he supposes.
(The ogre up in the tree, meanwhile, has more or less strangled itself. It's not quite dead, but it's gone limp.) ]