[Brute force is Takasugi's preference for this job. Not that launching a guerrilla attack alone is ideal, but it's nothing he hasn't done before.
He closes in on the cart, dirt too damp for his feet to scuff. He announces himself with his blade, driving it into a man's back, metal grinding against the bone of his spine. With a cry that echos in the caws of crows, the man's death spurs his comrades into action.
Takasugi twists his blade free and lunges, slicing through the knees of a man striking towards him. They all fight back, each swinging their weapon to clash steel against steel. Until the last man falls, sputtering face down in his own blood.
And not a moment too soon. The clink of his sword sliding into its sheath is overshadowed by the footfalls of someone approaching.
Not that he's worried, seeing who's joined him.]
Yo, you hear it too? [Takasugi greets Cain with the same smug confidence he usually carries, offset only by a light sheen of sweat. It is humid, after all...]
. cain
He closes in on the cart, dirt too damp for his feet to scuff. He announces himself with his blade, driving it into a man's back, metal grinding against the bone of his spine. With a cry that echos in the caws of crows, the man's death spurs his comrades into action.
Takasugi twists his blade free and lunges, slicing through the knees of a man striking towards him. They all fight back, each swinging their weapon to clash steel against steel. Until the last man falls, sputtering face down in his own blood.
And not a moment too soon. The clink of his sword sliding into its sheath is overshadowed by the footfalls of someone approaching.
Not that he's worried, seeing who's joined him.]
Yo, you hear it too? [Takasugi greets Cain with the same smug confidence he usually carries, offset only by a light sheen of sweat. It is humid, after all...]