Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-44040794-20191202231523

Here we go..

Tarou didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence because he was quickly hit with a heavy left hand. The force of the hit was massive enough to dislocate his jaw as he flew to the side a bit and dropped the smoke bomb. With it rolling on the ground but didn't detonate, Tarou watched as the archers let loose. Pushing himself up to the amazing display of the man he was bound to fight, Tarou cracked his neck after he rubbed his jaw slightly. Bringing the best smile he could as it could be seen that his jaw was swelling up, Tarou only pushed forward on the balls of his feet, dashing to the man as he reached the last area he got to before he grabbed the arrow out of the air. If his eyes weren't at all focusing on Tarou, the boy would slip right under his arm that caught the arrow.

As Tarou forged his path into a form of blind spot if Ozura wasn't paying attention, Tarou would rear back a heavy right hand and forced it into Ozura's gut. If the hit was successful, it could possibly send him back a bit or at least he'd feel it (Strength 5.5). If his offense was made true to his thoughts, Tarou would  dash backwards giving them about ten feet apart while he put his fists up and his body bobbed side to side, through the gap between his forearms, the same smile could be seen on his lips as he spoke out "It hurt alright but I'll eat that shit all day." In all honesty, Tarou couldn't but he could certaintly try his best. This was the deciding moment, would Ozura throw hands with Tarou or would the veteran still rely on the axe he has yet to use.