He was fatigued, the heavy feeling of muscle ache having long since crept through his body. Leaning over to the edge of the tree trunk which had provided back support, he'd glance across a battle scarred patch of terrain. His pair of eyes were not the only ones doing so as plenty others scattered between two embedded forces had done the same. It was a lull in the fighting, his detachment having encountered a samurai group just along the outskirts of the wall. Everything for him had changed in regards of what other shinobi, fellow shinobi meant in a way only battle could. He'd seen comrades die from mistakes, friends slain because of waning skills though he'd also seen acts of valor and unselfishness. A small pill was placed. Between his teeth while the dark skyline began to lighten slowly along the horizon. It was going to be a decisive morning sunrise.
The sound of metal and blood spray filled the small killing ground which hours ago was considered "no man's land" by both forces, had now seen a skirmish reinvigorated. The nights rest, although tense had given each side some form of rest which served to fuel the close quarters fighting to come. Kunai, shuriken and blades of various form and design met as close fighting would dominate the renewed battle greatly helped by the fact that depleted chakra reserves made jutsu use scarce and calculated. He was no different and through it all would remain where others had and would fall. Because as they fought in the shadow of the Villages walls, smoke plumes still rose from within. As the last samurai was cut down, the detachment's remnants quickly scaled the walls using tree leverage or chakra to adhere to the wall's surface.
They would descend into the remnants of the village, fully prepared to continue the assault.
WC: 310
The sound of metal and blood spray filled the small killing ground which hours ago was considered "no man's land" by both forces, had now seen a skirmish reinvigorated. The nights rest, although tense had given each side some form of rest which served to fuel the close quarters fighting to come. Kunai, shuriken and blades of various form and design met as close fighting would dominate the renewed battle greatly helped by the fact that depleted chakra reserves made jutsu use scarce and calculated. He was no different and through it all would remain where others had and would fall. Because as they fought in the shadow of the Villages walls, smoke plumes still rose from within. As the last samurai was cut down, the detachment's remnants quickly scaled the walls using tree leverage or chakra to adhere to the wall's surface.
They would descend into the remnants of the village, fully prepared to continue the assault.
WC: 310
