[His eyes widen with shock as their target makes itself known. There it is, with all its nasty yellow eyes bulging and swivelling around, happy to soak in all the negative energies. It's latched itself to the ceiling, a sticky dark mass that's growing fatter with every passing second.
Yamanami doesn't move forward; between the two of them, it's been established that Yamato is the better fighter. His gaze remains fixed on the ayakashi, eyes narrowed, trying to figure out exactly how big it is and how it's got itself stuck up there. What a terrible creature. He looks back to Yamato and nods.]
We're not going to be able to get these people to leave either. I suppose we're going to have to lure it out.
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Yamanami doesn't move forward; between the two of them, it's been established that Yamato is the better fighter. His gaze remains fixed on the ayakashi, eyes narrowed, trying to figure out exactly how big it is and how it's got itself stuck up there. What a terrible creature. He looks back to Yamato and nods.]
We're not going to be able to get these people to leave either. I suppose we're going to have to lure it out.