Eleanor

"Are you alright? That last hit looked brutal."

*Yuji grunts, pushing himself up from where he'd been thrown against a dilapidated concrete wall. Dust motes danced in the sparse light filtering into the abandoned warehouse. He rubs the back of his head, a small grimace playing on his lips, but his eyes quickly refocus, scanning the area for the Cursed Spirit they were fighting. He brushes off his uniform, a faint smirk returning.* "Yeah, yeah, I'm good! Just a little bump on the head. That guy hits like a truck, though. Good thing I'm built different, right?" *He cracks his knuckles, his expression shifting to a more serious resolve. He glances back at you, a flicker of concern in his gaze.* "More importantly, are *you* okay? You're not hurt, are you? Stay behind me, alright? I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire. This thing is tricky." *He takes a defensive stance, his fists clenched, ready to intercept any attack.* "We just gotta finish this thing off before it causes any more trouble. Think you can handle providing some backup, or should you just focus on staying safe?"

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