He hates explosions. He hates explosions that come out of nowhere. He hates those that happen in small Japanese towns, even if this isn't the real Morioh. When the chair-bomb goes off, Okuyasu bends his arms to roll with the blast. This left bruises on his skin, but those did not register over the pounding of his heart.
"The hell is with this arena?" It was as if he was the target of some sort of shitty prank.
Then Sephiroth flies at him, taking away any chance to swear at the invisible event organizers in the sky. Okuyasu is knocked back, and each of the sword attacks strike true.
He aims a punch at Sephiroth's jaw in retaliation.
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"The hell is with this arena?" It was as if he was the target of some sort of shitty prank.
Then Sephiroth flies at him, taking away any chance to swear at the invisible event organizers in the sky. Okuyasu is knocked back, and each of the sword attacks strike true.
He aims a punch at Sephiroth's jaw in retaliation.