[The punch is definitely enough to knock the wind out of him... and makes him give a gasp of pain as the spikes tear through his suit and into tender flesh, cleaving right into him. Not quite enough to pierce all the way through the dermis, but enough to have him reeling. On instinct, his arms come up and wrap around him.
And then comes the burning pain.
He grinds out a grunt of pain, falling to his knees, feeling warmth bloom at his stomach as the blood starts to seep out. He presses his arms harder, trying to stem the blood, out of an instinctual self-preservation if nothing else. He grits his teeth so hard it hurts his jaw... slowly, he looks back up at Akechi.]
...of course you did.
[He's angry and bitter but... heh, because of the change of heart? It's at himself. He knew, of course, that his prized attack dog had been cultivated in the dark underbelly of Japan's orphanages and foster homes...
cw: injury, blood
And then comes the burning pain.
He grinds out a grunt of pain, falling to his knees, feeling warmth bloom at his stomach as the blood starts to seep out. He presses his arms harder, trying to stem the blood, out of an instinctual self-preservation if nothing else. He grits his teeth so hard it hurts his jaw... slowly, he looks back up at Akechi.]
...of course you did.
[He's angry and bitter but... heh, because of the change of heart? It's at himself. He knew, of course, that his prized attack dog had been cultivated in the dark underbelly of Japan's orphanages and foster homes...
Heh. So this is how he dies, then... Fitting.]