Post by falken on Mar 30, 2010 0:06:11 GMT -5
"I'm used to the front lines alright," Kamui replied as he put his fan back to it's holding place, "But assassination is just that much better, you know? They don't shout, they're not noisy, they don't struggle, but most of all, they don't shout. What ever happened to dying peacefully?"
He patted the dirt off his robes, "In any case, let's check out the cave first."
Kamui picked up piece of the burning campfire and moved towards the cave, stepping over the martial artist's unconscious body. He stopped in front of the entrance where the gunman laid, who who reaching for the pistol that was just slightly out of reach. Blood, pooled slowly under the fainting bandit. The needle-like weapon had probably pierced through a major artery. The long haired man however, forcibly pulled the shuriken out of the wound and gracefully stabbed it straight back into the man's chest. If one looked at it nicely, one could say that Kamui put him out of his misery.
With the problem gone, Kamui took a careful look at the cave with the torch in hand. It wasn't too deep, with the end coming slightly into view with the flickering fire. The makeshift base itself was probably a bears den originally. The only thing that it held was the barrels of booze that were half opened. He took a sniff, recognizing the smell of cheap disgusting liquid that he had tried once before.
With no visible sign of clues, Kamui threw the piece of flaming wood into the alcoholic beverage. "Cheap beer. Nasty stuff," Kamui pointed out, "I guess it's into the forest we go... Although, to have a separate camp? That's pretty weird in itself. You don't think they headed back to the village, do you?"
He patted the dirt off his robes, "In any case, let's check out the cave first."
Kamui picked up piece of the burning campfire and moved towards the cave, stepping over the martial artist's unconscious body. He stopped in front of the entrance where the gunman laid, who who reaching for the pistol that was just slightly out of reach. Blood, pooled slowly under the fainting bandit. The needle-like weapon had probably pierced through a major artery. The long haired man however, forcibly pulled the shuriken out of the wound and gracefully stabbed it straight back into the man's chest. If one looked at it nicely, one could say that Kamui put him out of his misery.
With the problem gone, Kamui took a careful look at the cave with the torch in hand. It wasn't too deep, with the end coming slightly into view with the flickering fire. The makeshift base itself was probably a bears den originally. The only thing that it held was the barrels of booze that were half opened. He took a sniff, recognizing the smell of cheap disgusting liquid that he had tried once before.
With no visible sign of clues, Kamui threw the piece of flaming wood into the alcoholic beverage. "Cheap beer. Nasty stuff," Kamui pointed out, "I guess it's into the forest we go... Although, to have a separate camp? That's pretty weird in itself. You don't think they headed back to the village, do you?"