The group of lawless men ready themselves for the attack from the samurai. The man holding the bow saw Shoma's position, and Shoma thought himself fortunate the bow-user would be the only one to do so given the contact seconds before. Seeing a jar of fluid near his position, the Stone Shinobi grabs it and shows himself to throw the jar at the wildest of the bunch. This proved to be dangerous for the bodyguard, for this exposed him to more of the strange projectiles. Though his frame is not bulky, the padding he wears proves useful, preventing a fatal wound. Shoma readies himself for one of his greater techniques, placing a hand on hilt of his blade and mapping each bandits placement. Closing his eyes, his lips move with great quickness, uttering the words that would go unheard"Fell Blade Remembrance" before he moves. Making small, multiple sonic booms, Shoma moves for one man to the next in an attempt to disable the other combatants before more harm came to the already wounded hostage. Beyond the sight of mortal men, including the samurai himself, sword strokes are made and would reveal themselves in the following split-second in which Shoma sheaths his swords.
Heat radiates off of samurai as his inhales, as if he were holding his breath. After each man falls Shoma counts aloud "One two,... three, four... ". However, he staggers a bit in weakness and disorientation, allowing for the remaining two foes to strike at him with greater confidence. Still Shoma finds himself able to avoid and parry some of their aggression but, one's frustration leads him to target the hostage. Having nothing to give to save her at the moment, a feeling unknown to the samurai washes over him as he watches the undeserving soul have her needlessly life pried from her. After the knife-wielder takes a few more stroke before giving up his assault. But as Shoma looks again to toward the victim, he makes a decision that he had been trying to avoid in saying, "Five, six. It was senseless to slay her. She was... the means by which,... all of you would maintain your lives. It was needless... And so will be, what I shall inflict, upon you." He identifies his mark by only with a stare, and as the warrior gains his breathe back, he slowly approaches the last standing member with a drawn blade and the a traditional black ninja outfit covered with red battle-damaged joint guards, his own blood, and gasoline.
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Heat radiates off of samurai as his inhales, as if he were holding his breath. After each man falls Shoma counts aloud "One two,... three, four... ". However, he staggers a bit in weakness and disorientation, allowing for the remaining two foes to strike at him with greater confidence. Still Shoma finds himself able to avoid and parry some of their aggression but, one's frustration leads him to target the hostage. Having nothing to give to save her at the moment, a feeling unknown to the samurai washes over him as he watches the undeserving soul have her needlessly life pried from her. After the knife-wielder takes a few more stroke before giving up his assault. But as Shoma looks again to toward the victim, he makes a decision that he had been trying to avoid in saying, "Five, six. It was senseless to slay her. She was... the means by which,... all of you would maintain your lives. It was needless... And so will be, what I shall inflict, upon you." He identifies his mark by only with a stare, and as the warrior gains his breathe back, he slowly approaches the last standing member with a drawn blade and the a traditional black ninja outfit covered with red battle-damaged joint guards, his own blood, and gasoline.
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