DRAFT LOG #2: The Battle Game!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Fighting bad guys!
When: Today (after 12PM) to the 19th, in the evening
Where: The Mining Facility
Summary: It's an underground mine! And the Malnosso want you to kill and capture all the bad guys! Oh, but don't let the rocks fall on you. That could hurt.
Rating: B for BLOOD. Seriously. People are going to die. People have already died. We're not going to make it out of here. We're all screwed, it's Game Over, man!

Everything you need to know is listed here and also this way. If you haven't signed up yet and want to be on this draft, then go do it and stop being lazy!

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[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[Leo goes silent. His own warrior instincts kicking in again once the surprise is gone. He's listening and using his own feeling for the chi of the third party members, or their own group. He's always been the turtle who was the most aware of his surroundings.

He'll move against the wall, eyes narrowing. He usually fights with just one sword, though he'll use two if needed. But you won't see him bragging about it. Not after he got his shell kicked by Splinter once, for bragging about his swords being the best weapons ever. He'll keep his katana unsheathed as he knows even that click could resonate. He's not seen Goemon fight either, but if the bodies up the tunnel are any indication Goemon's definitely a guy you want on your side. He drops into an attack stance, tensing up. These guys didn't sound like any of their allies.]

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[With his hand hovering steady over his sheathed blade, itching to draw, he listened intently for the footfalls of several people closing in, unconsciously counting the seconds before the first would wander blindly into their range. His breathing was slow, deep, carefully controlled.

The moment he caught a glimpse of the tip of a spear and then the golden helm of a Third Party grunt, he sprang from the side, Zantetsuken sliding free with a rasp of metal and slicing through a man's leather cuirass near-simultaneously; it was difficult to repress the powerful kiai that so often surged from his belly, but he made an effort to keep his jaw clenched as not to draw a greater number of enemies to them. His attention swiftly shifted towards the others.

Some half a dozen soldiers were suddenly lunging at them, teeth bared, with more poised for attack in the back ranks.]