Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-24937485-20191202204356

'''His first two victims had fallen to the ground lifelessly and his blades were dripping with fresh blood as he side-stepped around the falling body of his most recent kill before dashing towards the last archer in his immediate path. A katana held in each of his hands as he was  swinging wide from the right to the left with killing intent. Little seemed capable of stopping the murderous sword wielding teenager. That was, at least, until arrows started whizzing through the air around him. One of the projectiles found home and pierced his shoulder deep. '''

'''Zhiro screamed in pain but bit through in order to finish his attack, slashing the archer in front of him. But with his shoulder damaged this bad, still impaled, his left arm was left incapacitated which severely weakened the attack. Even as his swords carved through flesh, it wasn’t enough to deliver the killing blow as seen when his opponent drew a hunter’s knife and went in for the counter attack. Zhiro’s eyes grew wide as the knife bore close, fast, and for a moment he wondered if this was it.'''

'''“I cannot die here. Not yet.”'''

'''Zhiro stepped back over the dead body behind him. He mustered the last of the strength left in his right arm to force through the numbness and pain, managing to bring his forearm up just a little seconds before his sword was about to slip out of his grasp. At the same time his smashed his right hand down in order to re-connect both hilts again as his left arm fell limp to his side. '''

'''Using his double-bladed katana in one hand, he used the upper blade to parry the first strike off the the side, before turning his hand so that the lower blade pointed towards the archer akin to a icepick grip (reverse grip). With that he jumped forward and aimed to stab straight through the enemy’s neck while brutally landing on top of his opponent and sending the man to the ground. After which Zhiro jerked his bladed out of the warm flesh and blood before bringing it down again, and again, until the archer’s head was a mutilated mess with brains spilling onto the ground. At this point a shirtless Zhiro, and his white ponytail, were both covered in blood from head to toe. Some of it his own. As he knelt over the mutilated corpse, panting, before looking up with cold grey eyes. '''

'''Only then did he notice the monks were fighting off five new archers which had arrived in the area. Zhiro’s body was tired and he felt like he could just lay down and sleep. But there was no rest for the wicked. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! SPREAD OUT AND KILL THEM ALL!”'''

'''Zhiro shouted from the top of his lungs as he jumped up and began running to one of the archers which came out the deep forest. He angrily hacked several arrows hacked out of the air before taking a few steps up the trunk of a tree in order to dodge another, after which he jumped off with an aerial cartwheel which brought him directly above the archer. At which point he aimed to stab a blade straight down into the center of the man’s skull before finishing the cartwheel and landing in a crouched position behind the man who most likely died in an instant. Turning his head to the side, his eyes scanned  around for the remaining four archers and the two monks '''​​​​​​​