[ There is a strangled cry, as the chainsaw eats into his right shoulder. Ookurikara's vision goes red with pain, and maybe blood, too. Maybe he should consider himself lucky, in a way, that they'd taken on their injuries from the last game this week - because most of the spray hits the right side of his face, and he can still see enough to tell where Dick is. And though he's cut deep, he hasn't cut through.
His vision's blurred, in the eye that remains. But Dick is close enough that it doesn't matter. Ookurikara grits his teeth against the pain, as he reminds himself of his promise, and refuses to let go. He won't die like this. He won't make Lili watch him die like this. Any chance he gets to live, he has to take, even if it's messier than he'd like.
Holding the chainsaw like a sword, he stabs toward Dick's chest. ]
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His vision's blurred, in the eye that remains. But Dick is close enough that it doesn't matter. Ookurikara grits his teeth against the pain, as he reminds himself of his promise, and refuses to let go. He won't die like this. He won't make Lili watch him die like this. Any chance he gets to live, he has to take, even if it's messier than he'd like.
Holding the chainsaw like a sword, he stabs toward Dick's chest. ]