When fighting, you usually (never) don't get ...intimate... with your target. That is fighting along with you against some other crappy enemy.

Akutagawa grunted, having blood come from his mouth to down his chin, messing up the clean and neat white dress shirt with ruffles of some kind.

By the corner of his eye, he noticed Atsushi being almost the same, but rather bleeding from his forehead to down, making Atsushi close his eye due to the blood falling down.

In one sudden moment, the enemy threw a whole pillar at the two, making them jump away from their current positions. It was planned for the enemy to have them against a wall. Thus, Akutagawa hit himself against the floor, sliding down, laying on the floor.

And Atsushi hit his head with the wall, sliding down and ending on top of Akutagawa away,who quickly held him by the hem of his shirt's neckline. Atsushi had placed a hand on Akutagawa's side of his waist, and other blocking Akutagawa from moving, protecting Akutagawa's head from banging against the wall again.

"... Get off me, weretiger."

Akutagawa rolled his eyes and looked away, with a frown.

"Sorry sorry sorry. ..sorry sorry sorry.."

Atsushi rolled his eyes and looked away, saying out loud 3 apologies, and then muttering the other's quite sassily.