[Normally he would try to listen for the arrows, but with his hearing compromised he can only keep a straight path and trust Aya to hit her marks. A giant trust exercise to be sure, but he just grins when he sees those arrows whiz by, not faltering for a moment as he cuts down one after the other. He basically let Aya lead the way—she shoots, he finished them, until eventually all of the Erasers are taken care of.
Swinging his blade free of the black mess, he turns to give her a smile.]
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Swinging his blade free of the black mess, he turns to give her a smile.]
Nicely done! Thanks for not hitting me!