Black groaned in thought! "Damn!", he hated it when they put up a fight, it made his job harder to do but as long as he could kill them for their deeds, then it was still okay. Tired and a little out of breath from the fact he’d ran all the way here as well as dispatched three of the five men already. He held a hand up to pause them, which surprisingly worked as he pulled his flask out. Taking a deep drought of it, he licked his lips as he finished, then replaced the flask to his side, the two males still waiting for him to do something clearly. He laughed a little at their actions. They had actually waited for him to get a drink and to refresh himself, which was essentially like letting the opponent regain stamina before the fight. Unsure if it was being polite or them just being completely stupid, he figured it was simply a blessing. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, as he poised his blade for combat.

The man who defended against Black’s blade growled and leapt forward, cursing the Revolutionary, who simply side-stepped the lunge and used the back of his sword’s handle to strike the back of the man’s neck. The large male crumpled instantly, leaving just his partner. Dropping his stance, so his blade was pointed at the man before him, Black grinned at the second male, using his free hand to wave him on in a challenge. Hoping to get some use out of the 'Iaigiri'. As the man stepped forward, Black bended his knees slightly in preparation for the technique, and would move forward with remarkable speed. The murderer stood for a moment, checking his body and trying to figure out what had been done, but turning around, the male saw that he had actually done nothing with the technique at all. Grimacing, he realized the one fatal flaw that he had performed in the technique which had lead to the ruin of the entire thing about it. Quite a big flaw too.

Having not unsheathed his blade, in time, as he used the speed to pass, he had merely used a high speed movement without the actual attack in itself hitting its mark, making himself look like an idiot right then. The man charged him, not giving him much time to react, he took a step to the side as he swung, but the man had two gauntlets, one on both hands, and his left hand fired out to try and strike Black, making him have to jump away again. Still poised, Black readied himself again. This time he was going to make sure he would bring the sword out to attack, correctly. As the man turned, it was already too late, the blade would already be pressed against him. Black however, had performed it with the lack of speed needed, and the bigger man simply forced him away with another powerful strike from his fists, forcing Black to dodge. Again Black moved inwards, determined to at least do the strike properly. As the blade was unsheathed, he moved forwards, the quick pace annoying him.

As he appeared on the other side of the bandit, having completed the high speed movement correctly, he turned to see the man holding his arm, and growling fiercely. It seemed Black had upset him with this attack. Having struck successfully, though it was only a bruise and didn’t do much damage. The man still had his head. But by his sword, he swore he would do it right as he had did against this man’s comrades The man before him let out a low growl as Black looked back at him with fire in his eyes. It was time to stop screwing around.

In a flash, Black was once again behind the large man before he could move. The man fell face first into the grass, throwing up a few slithers of it. Black shouldn’t have tried his new technique on these guys. Trying that technique while trying to take down targets was really annoying, and since he had almost no skill in it whatsoever, trying to perform it while being serious situations was very difficult for him to do. Also not a man known for his patience, he had decided to end the fight with the larger man so he could carry onwards.

But it wasn’t the end yet. A gasping scream came from a house to near Black’s location to the left. His eyes jumping to the singular door of the small abode, a man walked out slowly, grinning. Black’s anger was triggered again. He thought it was just the five. This six one was different: taller, more resolute. This is had to be the leader. As Black and the man’s eyes met, he froze. The man looked around, seeing the corpses of his subordinates sprawled across the burning town. It was a young lady who the man was dragging out this final home.

The man dropped her, clearly angered by his comrades deaths. The battle was about to truly begin.