Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-44040794-20191205045531

GRASP OF VICTORY!

Tarou watched Buggy-Sama and Jin for the last stand while his body slumped down and against the wall, he wanted to stand but his legs couldn't find the strength. A little cough had small streams of blood coming from his body however, the smile he held was one of glory. Clutching at his new spear that was given to him, he noticed the smoke arise around the two. This made it so that they couldn't see but every sound was heard by the two younglings that were broken and bruised. Looking over to Zhiro, he noticed a lot of the wounds he had sustained while the swollen face of Tarou didn't look too pretty when he was smiling. Remembering the entire mission so far in a flash, it was an overwhelmingly amazing feeling that washed over Tarou himself. The clashing of metal was driving his adrenaline to ride high again.

However, that's when the smoke began to clear around the two higher level shinobi. Tarou watched as Buggy-Sama was stabbed which caused his smile to fade ever so slightly as it was seeming that Tarou was losing someone he already grew even the smallest bond to. But just then, Tarou's smile returned in an instant when he saw the insects spreading against Jin. It was a horrifying moment, if the two boys were more combat ready or even just himself, Tarou probably would have been fine but it was their time to strike while Jin became restricted. Looking to the hand that was offered to him by Zhiro, he gripped his forearm in a military grasp to be helped up. Hearing his words and seeing the last two being mouthed, Tarou only clenched his hand around the spear and said with a large smirk on his lips "Then I will ensure our victory, my friend!" With those words, both of them were off in a speed of their own, Zhiro though was the faster one between the two.

Tarou was behind still as he rushed as fast as he could, the wind at his back and the adrenaline in his veins was keeping him going as each passing second felt like it was going in pure slow-mo. Not being too far behind Zhiro though, Tarou watched him get closer. To utilize his speed better, the boy leaned forward while twirling the spear in his hand until the spear tip was behind him, moving his left hand to grip onto the staff as well. Once Zhiro passed by Jin with his attacks, Tarou was a good ten feet away while he used his strength to push himself up in a high flying jump. As he did, he brought the spear up over his head. As he was coming down, he thrusted it heavily down into the skull of Jin. With the tip of steel and Tarou's brute strength, the spear would go directly down his skull and into his throat. All while this happen, Tarou would land against Jin's body, crashing into it while trying to dig the spear deeper and deeper. The bloodlust of Tarou was showing as Jin took most of the monks that Tarou himself swore to protect away from him and the remaining monks that lived. The crazed smile was covered in blood as the crimson liquid soaked into his hair as well. Tarou wanted Jin dead and he was willing to make sure he stayed dead!