As Keiji awoke from the year long slumber, he couldn't quite believe the whole scenario playing out before his eyes; fires raging all around him, screams, jettisons of blood rising from the earth beneath the floorboards. A heavy groan left his lips while he couldn't do much more than to attempt to blink the sleep from his eyes. Suddenly from the right a large wooden spear came thundering towards his drowsy form. Not leaving a second to waste, Keiji, rolled to his left away from the oncoming thrust. A soft “thud” could be heard as the soles of his feet barely touched the wooden floorboards before he leaned forward throwing his sleepy form into action. Keeping a snarl rested behind clenched teeth, Keiji glanced up from the ground as he took in the whole dress of the attacker. Black linens covered the frame preventing him from telling the gender. Another quick stab towards his chest this time caused him to twist his body like a spring narrowly avoiding the whole point. The thrust did cleanly slice through the hanging fabric of his robe. A now feral growl left his lips as he uncoiled from the twist lunging at the attacker, a quick gasp of surprise emitted from the lips of the attacker. A quick hand gripped the shaft of the wooden spear with a strong pull away from the body of the attacker.
Keiji could feel the hold on the spear loosen just enough so he leaped backwards at the same precise moment. Sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth, Keiji landed on his feet with the same hold on the spear using the blunt end to stab at the stomach of the attacker the very moment his feet touched the floor. He could hear the crack of the wood hit steel plating. So it did appear as if the person was far more equipped for this attack than ...
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...ld actually find himself liking the setting of solid forest, no civilization. No need to hold back, nothing to prevent him from being exactly how he was bred to be. Running free in the wild. He continued to contemplate on that idea, before he saw a slightly worn path leading deeper into the forest. Shrugging, Keiji continued along the area strolling listlessly towards wherever the path was taking him. As he continued walking along the path, Keiji began to whistle a soft tune through the shadow covering his face. Quite a melodic tune really, soft not really upbeat nor inspirational. After a sedated pace, Keiji finally arrived at what one could really only call a house. Knocking thrice abruptly upon the 'wooden?' door. He stood shifting his weight from his left foot to his right, placing both gloved palms inside of his pants as he awaited an answer from the other side.