Turf Wars: Part I [Mission]
May 23, 2010 1:11:16 GMT -7
Post by Matsu on May 23, 2010 1:11:16 GMT -7
"Hm. Seems to be quiet now. Wonder where everyone is.."
Takun stepped out onto the street as he passed through the gates, eyeing his surroundings. It seemed that the streets had become a ghost town at night, which would once be host to several late night city dwellers. It was like an eerie calm before the storm, a soft wind blowing in from the east as it ruffled his hair a bit. The only sound that could be heard was foot steps, those of Takun's unit who had come to see to the end of the gang wars. Diplomacy was probably the best route, or less scaring.. however he'd come for blood. They would be judged for their crimes, Takun had no remorse for those who took innocent lives."It's too quiet for my liking, stay sharp. We're here to see to the end of this war by any means neccasary. Any means, even if you have to take a life."
He repeated the last bit in a grave tone. He would not have one of them hesitate and get them all killed. He could never leave another behind, especially not a pair of young Genin, but it always paid to be on guard as much as possible. Making his way down the dark stone side walks, his foot steps would slowly come to a stop as he heard it; a chain whistling as if it were being spun. They were crawling out of their holes, however he had no idea if it was to fight each other or if they were both aware of the immediate threat from the Kusagakure Shinobi. It was times like this he wish he had that Onigami kid."Stay sharp. One at two o' clock. Doesn't seem like he posses much in the way of Shinobi skill, but I have been wrong before.."
He commented as a man stepped out of the alley, closely followed by three more. A dark grin spread on the front mans face as he looked closely at Takun, as he was the only one who made sure he was plainly visible. For as much as he paid attention, the other two could have hidden. "So it seems they've sent the Shinobi to deal with us, aye? A bunch of cowards. Pathetic." spat the man with the chain. The man to his immediate right, sporting a steel bat would step forward.
"It's not a fight ya want. I don't think ya got the guts, to be quite honest."