[Damn, this werewolf is resilient... its body mass and strength far exceed Elza's, that's for sure. But Hijikata, too, is stronger than usual, comparatively weak as his weredog curse may be. He growls at his adversary out of sheer frustration and instinct, knowing that he won't leave much of an impression. He really should draw his sword, but something still makes him hesitate. He usually fights to kill, and what if he kills this werewolf?
You're a death mage. You can bring her back. Despite internally reassuring himself he keeps holding on to the rifle and, focusing on recalling a memory that seems to escape him under this bright moon, mumbles the spell that infuses the weapon with lightning magic. The metallic barrel will function as a carrier for the electric current. He slams it into the werewolf's side, delivering a hefty shock, he hopes, and follows it up with a strong kick from below with both his legs to throw the attacker off him.]
Elza, snap out of it!! It's me, Hijikata!
[But there's no recognition in those eyes, he can tell.]
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You're a death mage. You can bring her back. Despite internally reassuring himself he keeps holding on to the rifle and, focusing on recalling a memory that seems to escape him under this bright moon, mumbles the spell that infuses the weapon with lightning magic. The metallic barrel will function as a carrier for the electric current. He slams it into the werewolf's side, delivering a hefty shock, he hopes, and follows it up with a strong kick from below with both his legs to throw the attacker off him.]
Elza, snap out of it!! It's me, Hijikata!
[But there's no recognition in those eyes, he can tell.]