bunji
Raven Tail
Vagabond of Onibas
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Post by bunji on Jun 10, 2013 16:16:33 GMT -5
He was soon reminded of the lashes his legs had suffered moments ago, when his feet landed firmly onto the surface of the ground he felt the fresh lashes give off a conjoined sting that made him flinch a bit. However the pain was soon ignored for a better feeling, one that filled him with joy his attack landed he felt the honed blade of his sword meet its intended target as it sunk into the flesh of Fang’s shoulder. Though it did not go all the way through, so he did not cleave the man’s shoulder completely but still he was satisfied with the outcome of his wild attack, however this small victory would be short lived before Bunji could think of what to do next, something happened. Something he would not have predicted, maybe in his blind rage he was clouded in his judgment, or perhaps it was just that he did not expect Fang to fight through the pain with such ease.
Whatever it was that would explain this, was not even important anymore before Bunji knew it those shark like teeth had already sunk into his flesh, their sharpened tips easily tearing through the fabric of his jackets sleeve, tissue, and muscle itself all of it was penetrated by the man’s single chomp. Blood spilled at an exaggerated rate from the damaged forearm, spilling into the demons mouth, onto the floor, and even splashing onto Bunji’s face which was contorted with a mixed expression of shock, and wanting to scream at the top of his lung in pain. Yet he did not, whether it was the adrenaline, or just what little will power he was capable of mustering, the red head fought all his instincts which told him to stop this, his very conscious was yelling at him to pull his arm free, and surrender already.
’I can’t!’ he thought to himself, he would not allow himself to surrender, or bend to this guys will just because he bit him. So what if he did!? Bunji hacked straight through his shoulder, and he fought through it so he would do the same, however pulling his hand free was out of the question to do so would probably make the damage worse. His grip had been loosening on his swords hilt, however he would squeeze despite the pain that shot up his arm when his muscles reacted to the action he would fight through it. As a result he would thrust forward the rim of his shield using it as a blunt weapon to strike Helot on the side of his face, if the attack landed Bunji would continue to pummel the side of the man’s face until he was released. Despite all the chaos around them, the sound of explosions, the screams of guild mates in agonizing pain, and the sound of fist clashing with bone, it was all blocked out by Bunji. At this very moment his only focus was Helot, the bastard who was chomping down on his forearm!
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