Kirk tried to get the best finger hold he could on the straps that went around his head and next to his ears.
The best plan of attack for this beast was to either rip it from the sides or the back, though it was gonna be a hell of a ride though.
This was made to withstand Fishman's strength. After being mentally and psychically prepared, taking another deep and painful breath to hold onto, Kirk started tugging down with all of his might. His hands started to turn with the effort and the straps felt like they were about to slice through his skull with how tight they were.
A near yell of frustration came from his mouth, thankfully muffled, as his fingers slipped and his energy was expensed. It was just so tough. He was breathing heavily again, eyes bugging out at the horrible pain of the giller affecting him.
Kirk grits his teeth, taking a while to be able to calm down and stop shaking as badly as he was. His fingers went back up to the straps and held on again.
No, he wasn't gonna give up. He was gonna give Oliko the justice she fucking deserved!
Kirk started tugging yet again, his arms straining and his hands going white again. He just kept pouring more and more into it, pushing further and further and- SNAP!
The straps gave leeway and the mask was suddenly thrown down to the ground, tearing the straps along his gills away as well.
Kirk gasped in a lungful of air, as if he had been drowning and just finally broke to the surface. His hands shot up to the sides of his neck to nurse at his gills. His legs were shaking again, he would've called while taking that thing off if he didn't have the wall. It didn't take long for him to readjust.
Soon, he could feel himself getting stronger, being able to breathe properly now. He looked down at his sister again, starting to push himself off of the wall. Kirk frowned. he didn't want to leave her here. All alone. Yet again. "..O-...Oliko... I promise you... hahh-... After this... I'll come back for you.. and I'll never leave you again... got it?"
Stumbling his way over to the door, looking down at her course for a moment longer... he nodded to himself.
He WOULD come back for her. Absolutely. He would not leave this archipelago again without her. Whether that be her whole corpse, ashes, or something.
He tried the door handle. Of course, locked. For now, he thought smugly. Either he was gonna lock pick this thing... or he was just gonna rip the damn knob off and see what would happen next... and he didn't see any picks around. Kirk grabbed the door handle, figuring out which way it was locked first, before gripping it was all of his might and starting to turn it in the opposite direction. it didn't take long for another cracking and almost shattering noise to sound, but it was dull and somewhat hard to hear for the guards on the wall.
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"You hear somethin'?" Spoke a sea horse fishman leaned against a nearby wall.
"Nah." Spoke the other with a ray fishmen. Causing the other to brush the quiet noise off.
Kirk had broken the lock and knob at least, to the point where the door could easily just slide right on open with a bit of force. Slowly peering out, flinching at first from the sudden light, he figured it was safe to at least move out of the building and slide the door back so it still seemed closed. Fortunately, he knew this place like the back of his hand.
Even if he hadn't been here too often, his memory served him very well. Kirk was leeching and hopping from wall to wall, slinking along the shadows to hide as he made his way over to the compound wall along the back. It was hell avoiding people who wandered past while also keeping away from the line of sight of the Fishmen up on the walls, but he managed.
Soon, he was up against the compound wall. This was going to absolutely suck trying to get up, considering it was a flat wall, so he was gonna have to use something to help him reach up to the top before making a run from it. Traveling down along the wall only a bit further, he came across the godsent of barrels of whoever the hell knows. The coast was clear... so he booked it, instantly. He ran up to one of the barrels, hopping onto the top of one of them before pushing himself off with his Fishman strength to reach up to the end of the concrete wall, his fingers hooking the edge perfectly.
He used his free foot to use the wall as leverage and push himself up as he pulled himself over the edge into a roll, landing in a crouched-down pose once he was up straight again. Kirk hopped down over the other side of the wall while the guards were still looking away, soon leaning up against the wall itself to hide for a moment, taking in what he saw to figure out what was the best course of action.
Perfect, these were the fields! While it was dangerous to just fucking run across them with no protection, that was what he was gonna have to do. He took the time to wait for the guards to loop around again, letting them get as far as they could from him before he started to sprint across the grass.
Leroy! He'd be there soon! Eventually, he would explain everything, he promised! First, let's try not to get killed while he escaped.