Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-24937485-20191203023251

'''With his mind still dizzy from the headbutt Zhiro’s vision turned to a blur. What had just happened? He remembered going for the strike… but then…. It didn’t take long for him to come to the realisation of his wrist being held. After all, the opponent had a strong grip. It wouldn’t be so easy as to twist out: especially after that previous headbutt. This was bad. '''

'''If only he had his other arm he would have been able to deal with the situation that he got himself into through reckless behaviour. His eyes moved to gaze into the hardened stare of the man before him. He tried to move his left arm but it was to no avail. The moon wasn’t shining to lend him his power. And there was no way for Shinzo to have made it over here in time. After all this effort, would everything end here? '''

'''That’s when a flash of steel passed by in front of Zhiro’s eyes after which he felt his feet touch the ground again. A limp hand now dangling from his wrist, perfectly bisected from the opponents arm. “Shinzo….” Zhiro didn’t waste a second as even more blood squirted over him like a small fountain from where the hand had been chopped off. The moment his feet touched ground, Zhiro moved. '''

'''Dashing past the weakened side of the enemy, Zhiro dragged the outer end of his sword past the tendons of his opponents knee which forced the man to the floor be the time Zhiro got behind him: facing the man’s back. He then kicked so that the head archer would fall to the floor completely, face first, before standing on the man’s back as he glared at the remaining archers. '''

'''He then sank his bloodied blade through the back of the man’s throat, leading to a painful death of brutal suffocation and bleeding. “FOR HANEGAYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Zhiro shouted as loud as he could. He then brought his weapon up and spun it briefly, causing splatters of blood to fly around, as he stood as tall as he could to strike an imposing figure. With the enemy already looking desperate, he was hoping they would run as he had little more energy to go off of and the fight still wasn’t done. But if they remained, he’d start walking forward, conserving his energy while hiding behind the weakened archers trapped in insect: using them as body shields while ever drawing closer to the archers who remained capable of combat. Until suddenly exploding in short bursts of speed, going for the neck with each attempted strike as he sought to clear the field and return to his ally. Right now, adrenaline, will and guts were the only things which currently kept Zhiro moving. '''