Got it; don't worry about me. [Naoki calls to her as his wounds slowly begin to knit together, but slowly. Belated, the pain strikes at him, but it goes ignored again.
He gathers wind this time, firing it at the two--carrying them that extra distance into a nearby column with a crunching thud.]
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He gathers wind this time, firing it at the two--carrying them that extra distance into a nearby column with a crunching thud.]