Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-44040794-20191203022209

Round One, FIGHT!

As Tarou dipped back, his body kept swaying but he felt the air grow cold. It was a killing intent, something that Tarou had never felt in his life while he only kept the smile, his adrenaline was pumping harshly as his heart rate sped up like nothing ever seen before. The gloves were off once Ozura's axe hit the ground. Being met by a flurry of blow, some hit Tarou, primarily in the body as he bobbed and weaved as hard as he could but the punches weren't as heavy as someone else would be hitting him for. (Durability 6) This made Tarou realize something more than just fighting, it was a mental game that he had to stay in.

With each punch he dodged and took, Tarou met Ozura with his maximum strength as good as he could. Getting a feel for the pattern as he kept weaving, Tarou stomped his foot down into the ground for a mere second before he used his small frame to fly through the punches and movements. Getting onto Ozura's side, he delivered heavy jabs to his ribs, as Ozura would respond, Tarou would already be gone, ducking under any punch that was thrown while he delivered another gut wrenching punch if he could. It was blow for blow and Tarou wasn't backing down. At this rate, the smile spread so far it was almost like an insane grin. Tarou was getting serious and this was his momet to live or die. Nothing else could be seen in his vision but Ozura and that was all that mattered to Tarou himself.