[The Grim Reaper makes a face when he sees some man being flung towards him with the corner of his eye, but doesn't waste his time complaining about it and instead takes a swing with his right hand at the officer─ though the moment it reaches him, Ragna's arm no longer looks entirely... human. If anything, the black and red claws look more like those of some kind of monster. He grabs the soldier with it, lifting him overhead; a split of second later, the air becomes filled with the sounds of slashes and screams of pain. After a short moment, those cease and Ragna lets go of the corpse, which hits the floor with a thud. With that, his right arm goes back to its original appearance, as if nothing happened at all.]
... "Planning" isn't the right word.
[The whole idea of "protecting" is almost foreign to him at this point─ he's not entirely sure if he's still up to the task. Hell, it's never been his greatest asset, has it? Jin was right; he couldn't protect anything... or anyone...
Shaking off those thoughts, Ragna turns to the side and sends another shadow-beast across the floor in the direction of Navy officers.]
8Db!!!! ....okay I'll stop now
... "Planning" isn't the right word.
[The whole idea of "protecting" is almost foreign to him at this point─ he's not entirely sure if he's still up to the task. Hell, it's never been his greatest asset, has it? Jin was right; he couldn't protect anything... or anyone...
Shaking off those thoughts, Ragna turns to the side and sends another shadow-beast across the floor in the direction of Navy officers.]
I'll see what I can do.
[That's the most he can give him at this point.]