[Hijikata is positively panicking at this point, his heart racing like it wants to burst out of his chest, his head unable to form a single clear thought. His eyes frantically dart around the room-- there!! Another door, narrow and almost blending into the wall! He pulls it open with far too much force, having expected resistance - but it's only a pantry.
Still, with creatures behind every other door, where else can they go?! He ushers Eva into the tiny room, closes the door behind them, and presses against a shelf filled with large jars of (presumable... hopefully) conserved fruit and the like, sword in his white-knuckled grip. He absolutely isn't thinking straight, but if he were he'd actually praise Eva for her quick reaction of blocking the door.]
If any-anything manages to-- to get in here, you cut it, and I burn it, o-okay?
[Despite everything he did take notice of how vicious her sickle-like gusts of winds can be! A voice in his head, however, tell him loudly, YOU CAN'T CUT OR BURN A GHOST.]
Them: 😱😱
Still, with creatures behind every other door, where else can they go?! He ushers Eva into the tiny room, closes the door behind them, and presses against a shelf filled with large jars of (presumable... hopefully) conserved fruit and the like, sword in his white-knuckled grip. He absolutely isn't thinking straight, but if he were he'd actually praise Eva for her quick reaction of blocking the door.]
If any-anything manages to-- to get in here, you cut it, and I burn it, o-okay?
[Despite everything he did take notice of how vicious her sickle-like gusts of winds can be! A voice in his head, however, tell him loudly, YOU CAN'T CUT OR BURN A GHOST.]