As soon as his friend called for him to get ready, Sumio's shimmering blade sang free from its' scabbard, the sinews of tattered strings holding it closed ripped with the effort, and it resonated with a hum. Dragging his sandaled foot behind him, he pulled his elbows in and held his sword above his head; poised and prepared. His face fell serious and he gritted his teeth, jaws clamped with the effort to ignore the continuous thumping. He felt like an enormous heat flushed over him—uncomfortable, and burning, but he couldn't succumb to it at this time. They were in danger and if he just stood there, he was useless. Tezuka had already charged ahead, with all of his beastly anger boiling in his blood, and he tried to ignore the oxes fatherly pleas to open himself up. Too afraid to let himself go, Sumio's frown twisted into a sick grin, baring blazoning white teeth.
Propelling from the ball of his foot, Sumio rushed forward towards the man performing seals, with heightened speed. Being lean and quick made up for his lack of musculature—whereas others would have seen that as weakness, he saw as strength. Most couldn't catch him, most couldn't touch him. He knew this was different and for a moment, he gave into the thumping and hummed with it. And blood exploded in his eyes, temporary blindness screamed for him to stop and clutch his face, but he only smiled. Lifting his blade in front of him, from any viewpoint, it looked like he placed his hand alongside it. In reality, he let his forearm slide against the blade and blood spattered against it, until he muttered: Blood Release: Severing Metal! The crimson blood swirled black, forming a solid blade protruding from his forearm. Jumping into the air, he twirled until he stared downwards at his opponent, Hitoare.
“I'm... I'm your target!” Sumio nearly snarled, a tone that was so unlike his meek nature. The twisted grin struggling to stay on his face, while pain thrummed through his head. Spinning around, he slashed both his blades towards Hitoare's head.
Propelling from the ball of his foot, Sumio rushed forward towards the man performing seals, with heightened speed. Being lean and quick made up for his lack of musculature—whereas others would have seen that as weakness, he saw as strength. Most couldn't catch him, most couldn't touch him. He knew this was different and for a moment, he gave into the thumping and hummed with it. And blood exploded in his eyes, temporary blindness screamed for him to stop and clutch his face, but he only smiled. Lifting his blade in front of him, from any viewpoint, it looked like he placed his hand alongside it. In reality, he let his forearm slide against the blade and blood spattered against it, until he muttered: Blood Release: Severing Metal! The crimson blood swirled black, forming a solid blade protruding from his forearm. Jumping into the air, he twirled until he stared downwards at his opponent, Hitoare.
“I'm... I'm your target!” Sumio nearly snarled, a tone that was so unlike his meek nature. The twisted grin struggling to stay on his face, while pain thrummed through his head. Spinning around, he slashed both his blades towards Hitoare's head.