[The video feed pops on to a rather
horrible sight. The Hobyah yips in excitement, its cries sharp and grating against the ears. That's not the worst part, though. The worst part is that Yosuke's headphones are slantily perched on its head, the cord dangling.
It smirks at the screen, baring its needle-like fangs. The sound of others singing and dancing behind it can be heard.
Shortly after, there's a sound of rushing wind. The Hobyah screech - some in pain, some in fury. The one with the feed drops it and hops around, only to be shoved out of the way. Yosuke's knife slashes a clean line across its chest, the blue-black blood spraying out in a clean arc. Yosuke rolls, grabs the communicator with one hand, and gets to his feet. He points the camera at himself, but doesn't look into it. His eyes are fixed on the other Hobyah nearby, still singing, dancing and chattering around him. He wipes away a trickle of blood with his sleeve.
If anyone is holding iron while they watch this, they'll be able to see the faintly red hands of a lob behind him as it feasts on the anger and frustration.]
Got jumped near the river, townside. Could use a little backup!
[He stuffs the communicator into his pocket. There's the sound of Susano-O being summoned and the wind rushing again.]