[ he will in fact be successful in doing that, because takeru is a tiny little twink, but gu yun weighs like forty pounds soaking wet at this age.
it hurts - pain radiates out from the back of his head like a blossom, and gu yun's remaining senses scream for it, but it's not the first time he's been knocked back by a combatant. he's been taken out cold by the iron puppets, and they kept beating him until he breathed again, maybe only powered by spite. with no vision to lose and adrenaline pumping, gu yun kicks into survival mode, and suddenly, he doesn't care about who he's fighting, and whoever is on him right now just gave him, unwittingly, a huge advantage.
he can feel everything, now.
size, weight, even the clothes he's wearing. suddenly, it's like he can see this combatant, and this combatant is not made of iron, is not unstoppable. he throws an elbow, slamming it into the first soft body part he can connect with to try and throw sasazuka back off of him, and then follows up a second later with the pipe. it whizzes through the air - he feels it move around him, feels sasazuka's reactions, and aims to slam it into the side of his head. ]
[ yeah he sure will bash his head in! with the kind of horrifying if i hit this person where the head is connected to the neck with enough force it will kill them accuracy you'd expect from the son of the old marquis! doesn't matter if he's blind. doesn't matter if he's deaf.
he's not going to let sasazuka get back up again. nothing personal! ]
[Well, Sasazuka is really fucking dead now. Sorry, Sasazuka. The real you probably did nothing to deserve this.
And now, it's just Li Feng, who would... really rather not be stuck alone with a head-bashing Gu Yun! He runs, apparently trying to escape, but there's nowhere to go. Any doors that might lead out are locked, leaving Li Feng to futilely bang against them.]
[ sometimes you just know your disadvantage and will not be taking any chances!
as gu yun rights himself, properly, he reaches up wipe blood off of his face - he can feel it, on his clothes, on his hands. logically, gu yun knows what just happened - that he just killed someone, thirteen years old - but no part of him feels remorse for it.
he wonders if the old bastard is watching, as he turns, again. gu yun can feel the vibrations of footsteps - like the other person is running. terrified. why's he running? what's the point?
the banging continues - he can't hear it, but he can feel it. gu yun flexes his fingers around the pipe's base and follows it to its source, feels for the wind as he pieces it together - the other person is... ]
... What are you doing? [ he says. his voice is a little too loud, at first - he has to force himself, trying to push it back down, trying to make himself normal. it's normal. it's normal. he's fine.
he won't be able to hear a response, so it's not like it matters.
[ you're perfect. it's fine he's a wuss who can't fight
unlike gu yun!
he can feel li feng turn towards him more than he can hear him. gu yun cocks his head, trying to make out the words. ]
You're in the way.
[ because he can't tell what he's saying, and he thinks - maybe this other coward is just blocking the way out. gu yun has to survive. he has to survive. he takes another step forward. ]
Get out of the way. [ and tightens his grip on the pipe, lifting it. either survive, or find a place to hang yourself. ]
[Thanks, Gu Yun. Unfortunately, there's nowhere to go, as Li Feng plasters his back against the door, watching his impending doom with terrified eyes.]
he lifts the pipe, and - if it's any mercy, his strike is as clean as a swordsmans. he puts all of his effort into slamming the pipe into the place where this approximate person's head is. i don't want to prolong this anymore i'm not making you play blind and also deaf charades LET'S JUST BEAT HIM TO DEATH ]
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While Li Feng is distracted with his newfound pain, Sasazuka rises to his feet and tackles Gu Yun, hoping to bash his head against the floor.]
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it hurts - pain radiates out from the back of his head like a blossom, and gu yun's remaining senses scream for it, but it's not the first time he's been knocked back by a combatant. he's been taken out cold by the iron puppets, and they kept beating him until he breathed again, maybe only powered by spite. with no vision to lose and adrenaline pumping, gu yun kicks into survival mode, and suddenly, he doesn't care about who he's fighting, and whoever is on him right now just gave him, unwittingly, a huge advantage.
he can feel everything, now.
size, weight, even the clothes he's wearing. suddenly, it's like he can see this combatant, and this combatant is not made of iron, is not unstoppable. he throws an elbow, slamming it into the first soft body part he can connect with to try and throw sasazuka back off of him, and then follows up a second later with the pipe. it whizzes through the air - he feels it move around him, feels sasazuka's reactions, and aims to slam it into the side of his head. ]
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The blow connects! Sasazuka goes down... and stays down. He's not moving. Is he dead? Maybe bash his head in again to make sure.
Gu Yun can't see it, but Li Feng is looking pretty terrified right now. Yikes! Yikes yikes yikes!]
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he's not going to let sasazuka get back up again. nothing personal! ]
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And now, it's just Li Feng, who would... really rather not be stuck alone with a head-bashing Gu Yun! He runs, apparently trying to escape, but there's nowhere to go. Any doors that might lead out are locked, leaving Li Feng to futilely bang against them.]
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as gu yun rights himself, properly, he reaches up wipe blood off of his face - he can feel it, on his clothes, on his hands. logically, gu yun knows what just happened - that he just killed someone, thirteen years old - but no part of him feels remorse for it.
he wonders if the old bastard is watching, as he turns, again. gu yun can feel the vibrations of footsteps - like the other person is running. terrified. why's he running? what's the point?
the banging continues - he can't hear it, but he can feel it. gu yun flexes his fingers around the pipe's base and follows it to its source, feels for the wind as he pieces it together - the other person is... ]
... What are you doing? [ he says. his voice is a little too loud, at first - he has to force himself, trying to push it back down, trying to make himself normal. it's normal. it's normal. he's fine.
he won't be able to hear a response, so it's not like it matters.
but shouldn't he fight back? ]
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Realizing that he's not getting out, Li Feng turns away from the door to face Gu Yun.]
We don't have to do this. We don't have to fight.
[Li Feng says, even though he's wrong. It sure is mandatory right now! Not that Gu Yun will hear it either way.]
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unlike gu yun!
he can feel li feng turn towards him more than he can hear him. gu yun cocks his head, trying to make out the words. ]
You're in the way.
[ because he can't tell what he's saying, and he thinks - maybe this other coward is just blocking the way out. gu yun has to survive. he has to survive. he takes another step forward. ]
Get out of the way. [ and tightens his grip on the pipe, lifting it. either survive, or find a place to hang yourself. ]
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okay!
he lifts the pipe, and - if it's any mercy, his strike is as clean as a swordsmans. he puts all of his effort into slamming the pipe into the place where this approximate person's head is. i don't want to prolong this anymore i'm not making you play blind and also deaf charades LET'S JUST BEAT HIM TO DEATH ]
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Gu Yun sure beats Li Feng to death! Bash! That! Head! In!
But once he succeeds in doing so... he'll find himself elsewhere.]