After Notokawi picked his location, which was a dry mountain with the sky green and gloomy. Moto and Nate immediately ran to him but Notokawi easily dodged and broke the Zenith sword. With the fusion guardian killed with the sword, Moto defused with Marco.
Without nutrients, Marco lay on the ground skinny, bald, and a shadow of his former self. He was dead.
Permanently.
Moto sat over Marco and slowly unbuttoned his shirt took it off and dropped it on Marco's head. "Rest well," Marco said before rushing to Notokawi.
He tried to grab him but it didn't work. He looked at his hand and saw bruises everywhere.
"You dumbass, you really thought you'd get your powers back after just defusing? I don't know anything about it but it should be common sense!"
Notokawi looked at Rin and Nate, frozen in place, waiting for his next move.
Then they ran, both of them. Not out of strategy, but as a way to distract him because they knew they were finished. They were facing the gates of hell and it was ready to swallow them whole.
It felt light, like running on light. They got farther and farther away. Rin looked at Nate with a smile. "We might make it! We're losing him!"
"I can't believe it; I feel like I'm running on feathers, like running up stairs to heaven." Nate said, grinning. He already had started to unbuckle his shirt and take it off."
"What'd you do that for?" Rin asked, laughing.
"It felt heavy, of course! It was probably cursed because I felt like I was going to fall!"
"Yeah! Because they are, we've been laughing so much I haven't noticed my ankle is broken." Nate didn't look at Rin's injuries but instead ran faster, continuing to last. "Well, it's been fun seeing you! Guess I'm living!"
Nate ran ahead of Rin while a hand slapped Rin and it fell to the ground, leaving his decapitated body to stand there until it fell.