Aki was certainly about to lose his sword, an arm, and perhaps even his life. The way Kenta's axe was coming his way, it wouldn't stop just because it hit a body part or a lesser weapon ─ especially a weapon so light and a body so fragile. What wasn't fragile, however, was the section staff Maki interjected with at the perfect moment to save a life. Kenta couldn't believe anything managed to stop a downward swing of his, but he wouldn't let that stop him. "Gorilla bitch! Don't think you can get one over on me just because you found something decent!" he shouted. Most present would fully understand that Sato Kenta wasn't truly built for tactical combat. Dealing with a segmented staff and strength he couldn't even realize rivaled his own was not an ideal combination, and would result in his arm reeling to the impact against the back of his hand. That jerk reaction left Maki's staff segment wrapping around his axe handle... but Kenta wasn't some nobody who'd rely only on weapons. No, as the axe was separated from his hand, the fingers of that same hand curled into a fist aimed straight at Maki's face. "Learn your place!"

All the while, Aki was sliding back and having a healing pulse applied to his injured ankle. He'd be rejoining the fray at his earliest convenience, but he had to rely on Maki for the time being. Of course he considered sacrificing that same foot to summon the fox again, but it hadn't done much before and would likely prove fruitless again. As for the Players, their plan for involvement was coming together as their time atop the fox corpse shrank rapidly. Closer and closer to the ground they drew, but not without deciding amongst themselves how they'd beat Kenta into submission. "Yeah, if you upgrade it, you'll probably start needing A-rank stones. I'd go numbers first. B-rank should still be solid against anything but a thick tank like dumbo over there," he said first and foremost. "Anyway, you know the deal. I'm not the dancer here; I'll follow your lead. Start the beat, Partner~"