Dawn of the Ex-Samurai Ninja ~ { Solo }

[Soratensyu Zenaru]

Soratensyu Zenaru leapt in the moonlight from tree branch to tree branch, his eyes focused on four shadowy figures that ran ahead of him on the forest floor far below. He'd stalked the thugs from the shadows for quite some time, and kept his distance as they lustfully chased a helpless girl through the maze of trees. His jet black hair and white long coat flapped wildly in the wind with each hop. He gained on the men with each leap and bound, and soon he'd catch up to them enough to intercept the chased chase. It was when the girl tripped, and the men slowed, that his opportunity began to reveal itself.

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 }
{ Words: 377 }

 

[Soratensyu Zenaru]

'Now!' One of the four thugs made his approach to the exhausted girl who sat helplessly on her legs in the middle of the group of men, and Soratensyu Zenaru dove into action. The tall and slender teen swiftly unsheathed his clan's heirloom sword, Zephyr Whisper, with a keen sheen as it reflected the moonlight in the sharp chime of its draw. The blade extended behind him, his body tilted forward head first in an aerodynamic dive as he shot through the air from the large tree branch above the girl. The men's attention had been distracted by the young girl who whimpered in between them, until the man who approached her suddenly collapsed.

Zenaru was perched on top of the fallen thug, his left hand had forced the man's head into the ground with the added weight of his powerful pounce. The Zephyr Whisper gleaned clean behind and above him in the moonlight that shone vividly through the forest canopy. The sword remained unused thus far, lingered stylishly in his wake, while his form stooped atop the unconscious fool with a knee thrust into the man's back. The men staggered back, surprised by the unexpected sneak attack; the purple haired girl gasped with uncertain hope at the hero's arrival whose black bangs covered his lowered face.

"Scum like you thugs don't deserve to live..." The teen lifted his head to face the girl, but his eyes remained closed. "But I won't burden myself with your deaths." His golden eyes opened slowly, and examined the condition of the petite girl who clung her dainty hands to the throbbing in her heart. He then glanced at the three men who remained, each with a different intensity of fear and anger at the unforeseen change of events that now kept them from their immoral pleasure. With the difference in skill between the men and the ex-samurai ninja, Zenaru was confident that he wouldn't need to kill, and he hoped that he would be able to knock them all unconscious.


{ MFT: Week 2 }
{ WC: 337 }

 

[Soratensyu Zenaru]

The lecherous men were struck with rage by the boy who impeded their desires, and each of them pulled a dull dagger from their dreary attire. The three thugs thrust themselves toward the stalwart teen that stood protectively next to the frightened youth. The young girl clasped the back of the top of her hair, just above her thick pair of twintails, and slammed her eyes shut as she curled her head and torso into her knees while her bottom remained pressed against her heels. Soratensyu Zenaru flourished his Zephyr Whisper with flashy skill in his right hand as he stepped closely behind the girl to impose himself between her and the aggressors.

The man to his right reached him first with a violent stab aimed at the boy's ribs. With a swift snap of the wrist, Zenaru swept the man's knife forward so that their triceps would clash in a contest of strength instead. The teen's muscles tensed as he tried to withstand the impact, but the larger thug had far more bulk to press against him. Had it not been for the man who approached from the left, Zenaru might've toppled over. The defensive adolescent folded his left arm in preparation for the man's horizontal swing, which crudely connected blade first with the boy's bicep and forearm.

"Hmph!" Zenaru grunted as his tall stature was trapped in between the two larger adults, but so far he'd succeeded in keeping their attention from returning to the girl that hunkered down behind him. As the third thug charged forward, the boy realized the danger to the girl if he took this charge like the others; his balance and weight would be pushed into her, and he'd fall back on top of her with a potentially harmful collision that would put both teens in a disadvantageous position. He wouldn't allow that to happen.


{ MFT: Defensive Technique }
{ WC: 312 }

 

[Soratensyu Zenaru]

Zenaru balanced his strength against the men to his right and left as the third thug charged toward him. Pinned between the two large men, and with the young girl cowering behind him, the jet black haired teen didn't have much room to maneuver. If he didn't act, he'd take a dagger to the chest, and his body would fall back on the innocent girl. The strategist's golden eyes darted from right to left as the men pushed their might tighter against his sides to keep the teen restrained. His heirloom sword still remained in his right hand, while his left arm had a dagger edged in it.

A plan formulated in the boy's mind, and he snapped into action. His sword hand rotated, and then inverted to catch his weapon's handle in a reverse grip. He then brought his elbow and forearm down to stab the Zephyr Whisper into the left thigh of the thug to his right. The man yelped in pain, and then buckled to the ground as Zenaru withdrew the blade from its mark.

Without hesitation, the boy swiftly twisted to the left as that man's weight shifted further onto him. The dagger in Zenaru's arm slipped free as the boy ducked low in mid spin, which caused the thug to nearly topple over the teen he'd over-applied his strength against. Zephyr Whisper whistled through the air, and then slashed across the left calf of the falling man. With the momentum of his spin, Zenaru then caught his right foot against the back of the wounded leg, and swept the man's foot off the ground in order to cause him to fall back instead of on top of him and the girl.

'One mor-' Soratensyu Zenaru finished his full rotation, spinning back to face the thug that had charged at him; but he was too late. The sharp crunch of torn muscle and flesh filled the teen's senses as he looked down to see a dagger plunged between his chest and shoulder. He grunted painfully, and then noticed his body was being lifted and pushed back. The thug that bull rushed him laughed maniacally as he used his deeply plunged dagger and a free hand to lift the teen, and aimed to slam him back onto the girl. Time seemed to slow in that moment, pain quaked through Zenaru's body, and concern for the girl that he was about to be rammed into rippled through his mind. 'I can't let it end this way... I can't fail her...'


{ MFT: Week 5 }
{ WC: 423 }

 

[Soratensyu Zenaru]

Zenaru had little time to react if he were to stop himself from falling back on the girl that he'd tried to save. The dagger in between his shoulder and chest pressed deeper into him as he was forced off the ground by the thug that wielded it. His only chance to prevent a painful collision on the girl would be to redirect his fall. If he used his blade to get some leverage against the large man, he might just be able to force their destination in an alternate direction.

The black haired boy's reverse grip squeezed tightly on the handle of Zephyr Whisper, he reached up with the sword in his right hand, and then swiftly stabbed the blade into the thug's shoulder. The man's momentum continued, even as he yelled and stammered as though he were about to stop. Zenaru continued with his plan, grabbing the man's dagger hand with his left, and then the teen yanked hard to the right with both arms while his torso, hips, and legs all pulled the man's weight in the same direction. The sword and dagger wrenched deeper into both figures as Zenaru's action successfully forced the man to stumble to the right, and just barely out of way of the frightened girl.

The thug teetered, unbalanced on one leg, and then began to tumble toward the forest floor. Zenaru yanked his sword from the man's shoulder with his right hand, while the left contested against the man's dagger to remove it from his chest. In the last second he kicked both feet against the thug's stomach, and ejected backward to crash and roll next to the girl. The boy grunted, and slowly pushed himself up to his hands, looking over to the thug to see that the man fell and held his wound in surprised anger.

There was a crazed hate in the man's eye, which caused the boy to momentarily contemplate whether he should put the immoral fiend and his group of thugs out of their misery. Surely the village would be safer without these men running around, but perhaps this encounter would teach them a lesson? It was difficult to say, but Zenaru felt that it wasn't his call to make. They cursed and swore at the boy, but it seemed their little wounds had taken their toll on the men. Zenaru forced himself to his feet, watching the men carefully as he stood with his left hand over the bloody dagger wound between his shoulder and chest. He glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eye to make sure she was safe, and then his golden eyes returned to the thugs. He stood guard over the girl, and prepared himself to run with her if it was necessary, but he hoped these men had enough pain for one day. Hopefully they would be the ones to flee.

{ MFT: Week 6 }
{ WC: 484 }