The silence was one of the reasons that people loved to travel into the forest. It was a place of solitude and peace, leaving many on their own to collect their thoughts through meditation, slumber, or even something as writing. But for others, it was a perfect place for something more...sinister. That very reason was why he was running. The man's eyes constantly moved around in the sockets as his focus and gaze zipped from object to object. He zipped through the trees, performing flash step after flash step in an attempt to escape his pursuers.
Briefly stopping his movements to rest behind a tree, Henrex's head slowly turned the corner, to see if he had lost them. The glint of black steel that flew towards his head denied this. Immediately taking off again, Henrex unfurled his wings as his movements began to falter. He knew that he had the power to wipe them out, but he didn't. He just kept fleeing. He knew that he would have to do it at some point, but he was trying to delay that option as long as he could. But, with how persistent the assassins were being, he figured that it wouldn't matter.
Henrex's poncho fluttered in the wind as his arm slowly exited the safety of the garb, brandishing a small kunai between each of his fingers. With his wings spreading outwards in order to prevent him from losing altitude and speed, Henrex's body whipped around in a full 360, sending the weapons flying towards his attackers. Seeing two of the shadows drop to the forest floor as the weapons hit their mark, before realizing his mistake. As he turned around, Henrex reached for another set of weapons, before feeling a large, sharp object bury itself into his wing, immediately off-setting his balance.
The avian began falling.Crack, crack, crack!
Several branches broke from the sheer speed that he was impacting them with. It didn't hurt, of course. Well, it hurt a little, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The pain was causing him to become more and more alert, allowing him to gauge his surroundings as he crashed. Landing on the ground with little more than a small thud
, Henrex immediately lept to his feet, wincing in pain as he tried to start flying again, only for him to drop to the ground again -- thankfully, this time on his feet. Tenderly bringing his wing close to him, he softly grazed the wound, sighing as he let his wings drift back to its usual place."End of the road, brat. Nowhere to run or hide."
The ninja said, materializing mere feet away from Henrex, another massive weapon at the ready.
Henrex's eyes flicked to the left and the right, before finally gazing at his injured wing. Without so much as a word, he took off running at Mach speeds, able to keep out of sight with his pursuer as he frantically stepped into a shadow, teleporting to each one that he saw, gaining more and more distance from the other ninja. Eventually, the Garb of Tsukuyomi ran out of it's Shadow Essence, forcing Henrex to stop in his tracks, to both regain his breath and recharge the Shadow Essence. Sliding down to sit at the base of the tree, Henrex took a deep breath as he finally found a sense of relief.
Turning his head, Henrex felt, even more, relief as he saw a hut. He looked around, before reaching out with his senses in order to attempt and find the ninja's spiritual presence. He found nothing. Stepping out from the shadows to allow his body to return to visibility, Henrex quickly dashed to the door, wincing as the weapon in his wing moved and dug itself deeper into the protrusion. "Thank the gods...! Maybe my luck is changing."
He whispered, before knocking softly and resting an arm on the doorway.
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