He didn't need to see to feel the shuriken hit him on the back, and he didn't need to see we'll to see the figure running up at him. Which was good because his red eyes were straining to see what was happening on the field. But what he could make out annoyed him to no end, everyone standing around the blue that looked like a fallen person. His first thought was right, they were all useless. Especially since they'd let one slip by, the one who'd thrown those annoying wooden shuriken. Tsk...It doesn't matter. I don't work with weaklings anyways... But this new approaching threat wasn't all there was to focus on, as the boy next to him stirred and pushed him off.
Yet, there wasn't an attack that followed his lapse in attention, an opening that let him be slipped away from so easily. Instead the boy, the boy who was now bleeding from the head, simply tried stumbling away. Do you really think it'll be so easy? Yosei got up, smiling again. Satisfaction on his face, same as when he'd hobbled the boy, had him bending before him broken. Because now this kid who's face had been annoyingly clean was gushing blood. And he was going to make it worse. Until he was hit from the side, and knocked to the ground.
Fighting with one's attention split was difficult, doing it when your peripheral damage was blurred was harder. The rock he'd been holding was knocked aside, and his ears were ringing now. Thankfully that meant he was only half hearing the stupidity coming out of the tanned boys mouth who was now on top of him. Then the attacking began, aimed at his eyes. And for the first time all fight, he was forced to play complete defense. Shelter his face with his arms, unable to move or escape easily. And as he was trapped, mostly blind, and desperately protecting his face, there was one thought in his head.
He was going to kill this kid.
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