The men circled their fallen prey like a pair of wild dogs. One licked his lips, the other chuckled with satisfaction. "No! Stay away!" The young maiden cried out, but her plea was ignored by the men's laughter. They closed in as the girl pushed herself up to her knees in preparation to run again, but the four thugs surrounded each cardinal direction, which left her with little options to flee. Forlorn hopelessness set in, strained her demeanor, and caused her to nearly give up as her body slumped into submission. Each second extended as the young ninja in the trees silently closed the gap between him and the female's pursuers, until he landed softly in the canopy of the tree closest to the girl.
Zenaru's golden eyes traced the distances from each man. About ten feet from the girl, and ten feet from each other. From his current position above the damsel in distress, the boy could drop down next to the girl quickly in order to defend her from the first culprit to approach her. He also had a tactical advantage over the unaware thugs, and would be able to land on one of them with enough force to potentially knock one of the men out at the start of the fight. Offensive assault or defensive protection, the strategist would be able to strike from stealth in order to quickly alter the balance of the impending conflict. He remained in silence, his narrowed eyes watched diligently as he studied the situation, and awaited his chance to pounce on his unprepared prey.
{ MFT: Strategist }
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