[ Levi's fist lands easily. Makoto's flailing is not calculated, and not strong enough to stop the force behind it. He's far too busy yelping at the pain, an angry sound starting and dying into another sound of surprise as his feet are relieved of their duty to keep him standing. Hitting the ground hard, instinct already has him pressing his arms protectively over his head and his knees curling in.
It's dizzying, everything hurts, and Makoto knows he won't be able to move out of the way of whatever is coming next. His whole body jolts into a defensive flinch at the threat of Levi's leg in the air. He tenses, eyes screwed shut. When the foot doesn't land, Makoto opens one eye. And then the other. The wide eyes blink from between his arms would be comical if not for the smears of blood on his face and splattered violently across his clothes. ]
The problem?
[ His chest is still heaving when he answers his savior with a breathless question, voice cracking as he scrambles back out of Levi's range. It comes out stuffy, as if he's pinching his nose. Except he clearly isn't. ]
Well, I think your friend can answer that better than I can.
[ Makoto stands with a wince, balance wobbly. He looks more annoyed than scared now, tenderly touching his nose. Which only prompts a hiss to accompany his frown. ]
SORRY I MISSED THIS. I'm fine continuing unless you all would like to handwave o/ it's my fault
It's dizzying, everything hurts, and Makoto knows he won't be able to move out of the way of whatever is coming next. His whole body jolts into a defensive flinch at the threat of Levi's leg in the air. He tenses, eyes screwed shut. When the foot doesn't land, Makoto opens one eye. And then the other. The wide eyes blink from between his arms would be comical if not for the smears of blood on his face and splattered violently across his clothes. ]
The problem?
[ His chest is still heaving when he answers his savior with a breathless question, voice cracking as he scrambles back out of Levi's range. It comes out stuffy, as if he's pinching his nose. Except he clearly isn't. ]
Well, I think your friend can answer that better than I can.
[ Makoto stands with a wince, balance wobbly. He looks more annoyed than scared now, tenderly touching his nose. Which only prompts a hiss to accompany his frown. ]