An Imprisoned Heart

[strife25]

Schuck

Schuck

His boots crushed the grass under his feet, heavy soles stepping onto the greenery in a shallow pace. Blonde, spiky hair peeked through his hood, the uppermost part outlining some of his hair's natural gravity defying properties. Crimson eyes scanned the forest of grand trunks that stretched out into the sky, blocking the orange tinted sky of the realm of twilight town.

Kuroda sighed, ceasing his pace to search his surroundings more thoroughly.

Another mission from a client, a mother that had come to him after her child had lost her favorite toy. Kuroda had accepted the request, partly because the kind woman had brought her child with her (How the hell could he say no to those big friggin eyes?!) and partly because business was slow. Nothing but the usual. He'd deliver parcels and documents to some of the residents of his town, see a few more odd jobs in the bulletin board displayed in the streets.

A few years ago, the nobodies and heartless had been rather active, enough for him to be hired by the city as a guard in all but name. Now, the place was actually quite peaceful. Most of his jobs now comprised of searches, babysitting spoiled- excuse me, escorting sons of rich businessmen and the occasional eradication of the few groups of enemies that remained in their community. He didn't mind. Kuroda was a rather lazy individual in that aspect, nevermind his years of battle experience.

Spotting a speck of pink from the corner of his eyes, Kuroda turned his eyes to the side, giving a slight grin after finding the toy, a small, pink teddy bear. He stepped towards it and once it was in his grasp, placed it in a satchel he carried for purposes like this. Satisfied, he turned around with a slight smirk.

-And jumped back to narrowly avoid the blade that was aimed to cut into his neck.

With practiced movement, Kuroda drew his twin knives, the blades skidding with the scabbards and producing a shrill ring that echoed through the forest. He dropped low, the golden gleam of Aurum peeking through his black cloak while his crimson eyes eyed one of the packs of nobodies still running amok. Five white samurai with silver blades that reflected what little light there was in the forest, along with three Berserkers wielding swords that shouldn't even be called that, given it was mostly used for blunt force trauma instead of cutting.

Looks like this group was smart enough to stay out of the town...though challenging him left a rather large hole in their mentality.

He scowled as they slowly started to encircle him, the hands around his weapons gripping tighter around the furbished hilt of his knives. Kusanagi was still on his back, but it may not be for long.

Suddenly, a sleek samurai charged him, blade tucked to the side as it moved over the grass with almost no sound at all. Kuroda raised one of his knives and blocked the horizontal swing from his left, Argentum locking with the nobody's katana. Kuroda grunted in mild effort and raised his leg, kicking it right on the chest and sending it flying back to its buddies.

Seemingly getting the message that an up front attack was not going to work, a pair of samurai dashed to both his flanks, while all three berserkers charged him, their armor clanking loudly in the forest of trees. A normal person would have been worried about the hulking masses of the three nobodies charging them...however...

Kuroda was not normal. Not in his wildest fantasies.

When the first berserker swung its massive hammer down, Kuroda sidestepped it casually, the weapon crashing into the ground and creating a small cloud of dust, along with a crater where it impacted. Kuroda didn't have time to take advantage of its vulnerable state and had to jump back, lest another of the large nobodies crush him into a bloody splatter on the ground. Landing in a crouch, the mercenary almost immediately had to leap again when one of the samurai swung at where his head was. While in the air, his leg lashed out, kicking the white warrior in its face with a loud snap following. It probably wasn't its neck, since it probably didn't have bones, but more likely the tree that the nobody impacted on before disappearing in a dim darkness.

"One down." Kuroda muttered, still with a cold look.

Raising one knife overhead, he blocked an incoming sword strike from one other of the samurai. His other hand moved, Aurum flashing suddenly with it and the nobody was suddenly gone.

"Another out."

A berserker came up behind him, wielding it's massive sword. Kuroda cursed and brought both of his blades up, blocking the strike from his left but was still sent flying for his efforts.

Righting himself in mid-air, Kuroda skid to a halt, a few meters from the remaining enemies as they circled him again.

His arms were numb from the last strike, and so he cast a quick cure on them. Once the pain ceased, he sheathed his knives, and reached behind him, the massive cloth binding his great sword, Kusanagi-no-tsurugi, releasing and dropping unto the ground. Holding it in front of him, he charged this time around. Kusanagi glinted, the dark metal comprising the blade shining with a sinister luster. Its pommel felt comfortable in his hands, and Kuroda almost smirked when he was able to block an overhead swing from the berserker. He threw the sword off him, and swung again in a mastered maneuver, slicing the nobody in half and running down the numbers into four against one.

His enemies seemed to turn more cautious now, the samurai nobodies turning tense in certain areas of their frame, instinct telling them of a danger, and the berserkers weren't charging him, head on.

"Come on," His scowl increased in ferocity, "I haven't got all day."

First rp, do comment.