[M] buried in misery

Itachi Lykoi · 08-03-2011, 09:58 AM

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It's possible I misread your post :C Anyway, Itachi is making an attempt at moving into close combat the moment the hammer passes.

He could hear and feel the heart’s leaping rhythm vividly; the quick yet heavy punches from within his chest, and the echo of each beat reaching out all the way to his fingertips. Gravel and dry grass crunched beneath the soles of his feet, and helped to remind that the world was surely moving on in the same pace, even now when he was close enough to feel death’s breath. The fingers clutching the blade’s wooden handle tightened visibly, though it was not a sign of a stressed creature taking a leap of faith. He had to remain cool and apply patience before his own strike.

The dull hammer came at him again, a bulldozer charging in an upwards arch that drove the younger optime further back from the weapon’s malevolent master. The blonde’s muzzle lifted up towards the dull, silver lit sky as well as the weapon passed once again without a destructive taste of its desired prey.

Itachi let no moment pass before he broke into sharp movement; now rushing towards the man and his deadly tool. The Salsolan put trust in his enemy’s weapon’s weight, and knew that agility was the only possibility of an advantage he could hope for in this setting. Bleeding sunset eyes stalked along the metal armor protecting its bearer, and noted weak spots where even a small blade could slide in and manage to do damage. Beneath the glorious piece of metal shell protecting the black nightmare’s chest and abdomen, the bottom of the giant’s belly lay bare and exposed. Itachi’s knife let a hopeful stab target the location, his other arm rising in defence for whatever would come next. Perhaps closeness was the right path to take.

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