Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-34754862-20170818005423/@comment-32843032-20170818023050

Sora and the bandits had a stand off for a moment, he clenched his fist and prepared to attack again, but then something strange happened and he found the area began producing a thick fog. No, there was no way, not in the afternoon, someone else was here. The boy took a few steps back toward an opened tent, the surrounding group moved with him a few steps and since he couldnt see very well, he ended up stopping when he bumped into someone behind him. As soon as he looked away, another katana was flung at him. Sora lifted his hand and caught the blade, it cut him, deeply, the fog seemed to weigh more than he was used to and he wasnt sure if he liked it but it gave him the element of surprise again which helped a lot. As soon as he had positive control over the blade he'd whip around and attempt to gain a visual on the person he bumped into. Obviously since he wasnt dead yet, the man wasnt an enemy and Sora turned away from the man and took up a stance with his blade. "Today just keeps getting stranger..." He'd mumble to himself as he took a stance with his sword. The sound of men dying somewhere within the mist made Sora's eyes widen and he gripped his sword tighter, making the hilt slippery with his blood. When the clone spoke, Sora didnt turn to look at him as the bandits were still trying to keep an eye on him and now the other that claimed to assist him. He wasnt opposed to that at all. "Umm...I'm Arashi, Sora..." someone flung a kunai and Sora deflected it with his blade and charged forward.

With the blade in his right hand he'd try to attack in the direction the kunai had come from but he noticed his movements were slowed, his vision wasnt trustowrthy and for all he knew, the bandits just threw something to see if they could hit anything. Sure enough, Sora's head slammed into a bandit just as shocked as he was, with no hesitation the boy impaled the man in the foot with the blade to catch him off guard. Two men next to him tried to attack but ended up killing the man Sora had pinned to the ground by way of his foot and he stood up, pulled his katana from the man's foot and slashed them both with two rapid strokes. That was three out of the ten that remained, though Sora wasnt sure how many more remained. From behind he heard movement and stopped moving himself to listen. "Hey old guy with the spikey hair...if you're still here...I could use some help..." he didnt speak it too loud, but by this point he already knew what was going on. Someone was watching him, someone had his back and that same someone was obviously very powerful. Sora took another few deliberate steps backward, his black form a shadow in the fog, his back pressed against something solid, instinctvily he turned to cut it down. The blade broke, it wasnt a person, but the pole to a roasting spick and rod. "Dammit.." he mumbled as the forest grew increasingly quiet. He clutched the rest of the katana and reversed it and knelt to the ground, keeping his body low, lower even than he'd be if he were crouching. Quiet....quiet...he could hear someone approaching, and he slowly rose to his feet, by the time his victim had been found, Sora had already stabbed him in the throat. That was number four, six remained and the boy was unsure as to where they'd gone, in fact, he only cared about the leader who hadnt returned yet. One of the men spoke into the fog and he sounded close. "What's this about Arashi? Why wait eleven years to exact vengeance? Why hide so much power when we could have been sitting pretty with the loot we'd have taken. Why feign weakness?" The bandit was trying to lure him out, he'd found the last four of his comrades and they were moving through the camp together, back to back. Sora said nothing, he only stood empty handed with his fists, one bleeding and the other who's bandages had been torn, up in the air by his face. Sora only waited to see if the figure in the fog would actually help him or if he were simply wishful thinking. Arashi wouldnt speak to give away his position, but it did burn him up to hear the bandit speak. The Kuja Gang were nothing if not crafty...even if they had garbage weaponry.