Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160506032500/@comment-26510601-20160507203710

The battle raged on, resounding explosions of various proportion, the screams of the damned; these all were heard quite well off in the distance. To many this was perhaps frightening, not many are prepared to see their first comrade die in front of them, perhaps being burnt to a crisp or being torn asunder by explosives, or perhaps simply being cut apart or smashed into oblivion by the weaponry on hand of the enemy. The shock, to be reminded that life is fragile as it can so easily be destroyed; it can be ravaged and maimed so easily.

The brutality and onslaught only kept on, as at least Kuramaru's men were still sticking to guerilla warfare. Their attacks were brutally offensive, and gave a greater edge over the enemy. Whereas it appeared the majority of men in these squadrons held earth release, there were few but still an adequate number who held lightning release. This would be used in advantage to break down barriers, and perhaps even some men who were caught behind such things. From there, it would only be destruction. Some teams led their forces in minute, precise strikes at these squadrons with simple weapons while others continued on with using the deadly lightning release to smite the enemy. Simple hit-and-run tactics would impose a hellish nightmare upon squadrons trying to move further into the Old Quarters, Kura's men would truly be something to fear above the common rift-raft presented with the rest of the soldiers that were simply brutishly fighting the army in the streets.

Kuramaru himself was still within the town square, his mind at ease while the sounds of war played loudly despite their given distance from him.

The strange man looked up, a fiendish smile on his face as he whispered to himself, "I truly find this exciting... despite our plan being hindered by some strange act, it will still end beautifully; successful or not,"

Kuramaru picked up his legs that were hanging off of the side of the platform he had been sitting on. Standing up, he looked around to see smoke billowing and rising in a number of directions. Most of the smoke appeared to be coming from the Northwest, where the 3rd battalion would be currently engaged with the well-equipped mercenaries.

"Should I come to those tides and they are weak, I will rage like a storm..." Boasted Kuramaru as he leaped from the platform and landed a short distance below. Slowly, he began to head in the direction of the 3rd battalion. Death was already promised thus far, but it was a far cry than what the Suna troopers would be expecting, especially should Kuramaru find himself on the battlefield and make use of the secret techniques he possesses that go beyond the already powerful form he has with just himself and his axes.