Following Nowhere Generation's division, Hirano and Shimoda led their own crowd of warriors into battle, close behind Saionji and Alpha. They remained with the pack, for they weren't anything special, at least they thought so. Shimoda watched as his sister disappeared in a flash of green light after felling their foe, Alpha rocketing after her in a ear-splitting blast of magic. The two of them went for the gate of the Tenryu-ji castle, with everybody behind them, or most everybody.
Now at the head of the main formation, Hirano drew his sickle as he saw the Tenryu warriors beginning to appear from the woodlands around the castle, beginning to flood the clearing. It was clear that there was fighting inside as well, though it wasn't nearly manned as it should have been... the Tenryu-ji were attempting to close them into the castle? But why?
The first contact was made between the flanks of the warband and the Tenryu-ji fighters, and Hirano began to feel a pit forming in his stomach. Something wasn't right about this, something he couldn't put his finger on just yet, so he would put it to the side for now. He heard Shimoda's blade cut through the wind as it was drawn, and he pivoted on his toes as he dashed, focused now on survival, his own, and his allies' as well. The vampire and his pupil split there for a time, launching themselves into a war all their own.
Hirano closed his eyes and cleaved through those in front of him without hesitation, his sickle ripping at the robed figures and cutting through them like scissors through paper. His robes billowed around him, throwing the opposition off of his true position as their blades caught fabric and nothing more. As he spun and carved, Hirano used his free hand to draw water from the air. It began to glimmer in his hands, and he stared down one of the hooded Tenryu fighters before twirling his sickle in his hands and casting forth a jagged bolt of unrefined ice before meeting blades with him. Looking back and opening his eyes, Hirano felt a warmth in his spirit as he watched the boy, Shimoda, fight on his own. "Perhaps you were right, Okuri... Maybe they should be able to forge their own way through the river."
Shimoda, on the other side of the battlefield, clashed blades with each of the men who came at him, his aura of pure justice radiating brightly enough to protect him, and strong enough to overpower those who came at him. His blade danced in a steady, firm rhythm; each flash of sparks formed from clashing steel creating a symphony which he moved alongside. Stepping to the side, he too danced beside the swords. Quick slashes carved a way through the incoming warriors, allowing Shimoda to shield the monks with his aura, something which they were astounded by, even with their own Ch'i aptitude.
When Shimoda was nearly caught off-guard by a scythe's blade, it was the heads of the monks who had his back. Brothers in arms they were, as Kouriki's heel parried the edge of the scythe before it could cut through Shimoda's soul. Whirling back, a heavy slash from the sky downwards projected a slash of ki at the attacker, only to be shattered by a burst of blood from the blade. Gritting his teeth as the blooded blade cut through his heel, Kouriki was batted away by a jab from the staff itself holding the scythe up, a jab which knocked the wind from him and sent the man flying back into the crowd of now defending monks. Stitch, the more mysterious of the two followers of Ao, appeared from a blip of prismatic light to catch Kouriki before another blip stole him away.
Gritting his teeth, Shimoda readjusted his grip on his blade, finally able to get a good look at his enemy. Behind a cloth veil which draped over their face, raven-colored hair fell to the cold-blooded fighter's hips, further shrouded by a hooded red and white robe. Tenryu-ji garb. Shimoda took a stance as the wielder of the bloody scythe shifted, and he prepared to get in close, to keep himself in the weapon's blind spot.
He grunted as it seemed that the pale-handed figure stepped through him, and he pivoted around in an instant to meet the rapidly approaching scythe, his blade knocking the thing back before he jumped back, allowing himself a moment to question just what had happened? His brow hardened, and he tried to shift his stance, his ki dwindling as he thought more analytically rather than instinctually. It was at that moment that the pale figure shifted again, moving seemingly without a step, fading into a cloud of mist. Suddenly, it was behind him again, swinging this time with the crimson scythe's coating of Blood sharpened.
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