OoC: Hence, the name of the thread. He'll have to seriously push himself to avoid all of those attacks.

BiC: Two boys approached Shisho’s position. Brothers, by the looks of them. One, the younger, was armed with a dangerous looking weapon, a fun looking weapon. Whether the younger was skilled with it or not was subjective. One, the older, was tattooed with numerous runic symbols. What skills the runes imbued on the older was subjective, as well. If certain conditions were met, they could possibly be worthy opponents.

There was only one way to see if they could endure a prolonged incursion.

The two boys leapt from the forested ledge down into the path without noticing him. Perfect. The walking mask approached the edge, and let himself fall forward. As he smacked against the rock, he flung himself down the side, getting behind them faster than they could react. Before the older could make the smallest of defensive efforts, Shisho seized the boy’s wrist. With one motion, the boy was flung overhead, to the ground.

The older was still alive. The walking mask could do nothing but laugh.

The younger, not taken aback in the least, drew his weapon in a flash. With a fluid motion, as beautiful as it was efficient, the younger swung his weapon at the mask’s head. “That was a very impressive move,” Black Shisho said, not sounding like a man who had just caught an axe with his hand. Not bothering to elaborate, he thrust his head forward, harshly smashing into the person in front of him.

Both of the boys fell to the ground, yet they both sprang back up. Now that the surprise was gone, he prepared to distribute his muscle with more intensity.

OoC: Sorry for the continuity problems. I didn't write this immediately after reading your post, so I forgot a few things.

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