The fight was unimaginably fast-paced, chaotic. With the clones and all the summons clashing there was a lot to try to keep up with and parse at once. He knew how overwhelming a real fight like this could be, but he'd never gone against multiple people with techniques at their disposal at the same time. Having to worry about all of that at once - how were they both keeping up with it?
Well, maybe that description wasn't apt. Konsho really seemed to be pressing Miroru, something that Junichi hadn't yet seen in any other round. She was actually being tested. Seiji was surrounded and Miroru raised some loud, chirping lightning that sprayed into needles.
What happened next was hard to follow. Flashes of smoke and light, Miroru turning into a bird and sailing around.
The two faced each other anew and the lightning balled in Miroru's hand again, screaming like a million nails on chalkboards. It made the air almost feel like static - though maybe his hair standing on end was more anxiety than anything else.
Then nearby, he heard Azarea screaming for Konsho to dodge. Oh no.
Miroru ripped forward, so fast he couldn't comprehend it, tearing through the earth.
Konsho didn't move. He didn't move. Why didn't he move?
Junichi held his breath.
Miroru tumbled end over end, of course, avoiding turning Konsho into a crisp.
But Konsho. Konsho... His arm.
Junichi clapped his hands over his mouth, feeling shaky and sick again. Why did this keep happening? Why didn't he move?!
"Why is he just talking when he...?" Someone had to go help him.