Post by Kurosaki on Jul 24, 2013 20:26:52 GMT -5
Taking the brunt of an explosion was not what anyone ever wanted to have to experience. Unfortunately, the black haired man had gotten himself into some trouble.
BOOM!
The fire of the explosion was intense in its heat and power. Ryou barely managed to put his arms in front of his face as a shield before the blast struck him and threw him off the ground.
"GAH!"
The pain from the flames as they burned some of his exposed skin made him wish he had stayed in his little room that he had rented at a local inn today instead of venturing outside. As his body slammed home onto the hard ground, rubble raining down around him, the pain from the burns was reduced by the fresh injury to his back.
He laid there in a stunned sort of silence for a while, the throbbing all over too much for him just right now. He was trying to outlast it. His eyes were shut for now and he was almost motionless.
The person that had thrown the bomb must have thought that he was dead for he felt something nudge him in the side. The foot poked him one more time before the person seemed to give up.
"Not like anyone could survive that blast anyhow. He took a direct hit from it," came a voice from above him. The traveler vaguely recognized it as belonging to the man that had thrown the grenade. A gruff, large man with a strange oddity to him. He had a giant bomb shaped hairdo. While it looked more like an Afro, really, a small white clump of hair stuck out from the Afro acting as the 'fuse' of the hair. Though he did not know the scum pirate's name yet, Ryou intended to find out who the bomber was and get revenge for almost killing him.
That, and find out if this pirate crew really had kidnapped a friend of his. Ryou only hoped that he was just letting his worry get a hold of him too much and that Kurosaki was really safe and sound. Still, a lot of people his age had been kidnapped in this town lately so it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility that the blond haired boy matching his description had been actually taken.
"Damn darts. Why did he have to use something that would leave an actual mark?"
The bomber continued to grumble a lot as he walked around the area for a moment. Ryou heard the sound of something hitting the ground. Probably his darts that the man was yanking out of his arm.
The adventurer took a sneak peak around him, hoping that the pirate wasn't looking down at him while he was plucking the throwing darts. One of them had actually struck a nerve and the bomber's arm was sort of hanging by his side.
Served the damn bastard right.
Waiting for his moment was what he told himself he was doing. The swordsmen felt for his katana and found that it had been flung across the way and was now buried under a bunch of rubble. That's right... An entire shop had been behind him during the blast. Had the bomb brought that down too?
"I best report this to the Cap, dokankankan," said the pirate bomber. Ryou saw him turn to start to walk away casually, his hands in his over-sized pants pockets that contained most of his deadly weapons.
Deciding that it was time to act, he went to leap to his feet and tackle his foe again after snatching up his katana from under the rubble. He was sure it would come free quickly.
Only his body didn't move.
He struggled, strained, blinked and then laid there still, listening to the quickly fading footsteps.
"Crap," he thought to himself. He couldn't even move a muscle right now let along stop that guy and take down the entire gang to rescue any of the kidnapped teens. "Crap, crap, crap."