Bones smirked behind his helmet and leaned to the side as the sickle launched to his side. Ever so cocky, he didn’t consider that the chain would wrap around. [b]”Dark and mysterious it is then.”[/b] He retorted, slinging his Odachi to his front and gripping the handle with two hands and keeping it in a low stance. His whole demeanour was very cocky and punk-ish. He charged forward, gearing up for a wide swing.

The man kept his right hand outstretched, the chain that coiled around it slunk forward like a off of a spool as the scythe flew.  His left hand came up, and made a gesture, gripping nothing and jerking his elbow backward.

The scythe changed its direction, coming back toward him, spinning in the air now, above their heads.  The chain trailing behind it spun in a cyclone, and when it reached Bones it began to whip around him.  

Bones continued to charge before he felt the cold steel of the chains wrap around him, which trapped his arms and movement. Twisting around, the young Samurai attempted to go for a pretty ballsy manoeuvre. As he attempted to unwrap himself by twisting in the air at the same time jumping off and kicking off the alley wall to give him more speed spinning and create a new angle of attack. He then activated his clone ability, creating three Bones descending down upon the mysterious man, swords raised and ready to swing down.

The man took a step back, moving into a semi crouched position, and pulled his hand back again.  The chain, still spiraling in the air, pulled in quickly, and wrapped around the middle Bones.  He grabbed the last end of the chain coiling around his arm with both hands, and pulled to the left, swinging both chain and one of the Boneses down on the left hand copy.  

Bones grunted as his clone was sent into him, making him collapse to the ground and collide with the wall. As his clones dissipated, Bones took the opportunity to make a strike at the chain, attempting to throw the trajectory way off before making another charge to get within his sword’s reach.

“Nice trick,” the man grunted, whipping at the chain to try to wrap it around Bones’ sword.  The length of chain that had been extended was too heavy, and it swept along the ground instead, passing under Bones in mid stride.  

He cursed and started to pivot to the left, pulling some of the chain back to his arm, and trying to get it between the two of them.  

“Which Oni’s dick did you have to suck to get that?”

Bones couldn’t help but chuckle as he continued to run in. Once he was within range, the Samurai lunged forward, thrusting with his sword and then making a diagonal swipe to the upper right, trying to catch the kusarigama wielder’s face. The stream feed appeared momentarily in his upper left corner of his helmet, showing the camera angle was fixed on them from above. As the stream disappeared, he caught the man’s comment.

[b]”All natural here. I think you’re the bigger culprit hanging out with an Oni in an alleyway man. Am I gonna find some condoms on your corpse?”[/b]

He came away with a bloody gash across his face, and the black hospital mask on his face falling down.  Underneath, his lips were completely black, with tendrils like veins under his skin running back toward his ears.  

“Just wanted to know if we should offer you a job or waste you.  Aren’t you so special, though.  We should all be so [i]lucky[/i]!” 

On the last word he whipped at the chain toward the right, now light enough to move it swung about waist high at Bones, as the man stepped backward.  

Bones felt the chains wrap around his waist. [i]Shit…[/i] He tried to flick the chain away but he wasn’t sure if he caught it with his sword. [b]”You know what, I think I’ll pass…”[/b] He quipped back, trying to figure out a way to escape the chain again.
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“That’s too bad,” he said, taking the other, weighted end of the kusarigama, and tossing it around Bones’s neck.  He caught it with his left hand, and it started to coil itself around his forearm.  The rest of the length started to coil back on his right arm, tightening the chain around both body and throat, constricting Bones like a snake.  

“I’ll make sure your sword gets put to further use.”

Bones began to choke a little, having to use his free hand to try and pull at the chain around his neck and make some breathing room. He tried to raise his arm, feeling the chain get tighter as he did it. If it could work though, it could change the battle. Once his sword was raised, he swung down as hard as he could, aiming at a link in the chain trying to sever the weapon in two.


It wasn’t enough.  Bones’ sword clanked down hard, but couldn’t sever the chain, it needed a little more force.  That force came in a black boot landing hard on the back of Bones’ sword, as a yellow blur swept past.  

“Thought you wanted to be our Black,” the voice coming out of the mask was modulated and difficult to pin down.  They stood back, backstepping toward an alley, their scabbard in their hand, empty.  “Eyes up next time.”  

The man in black tried to lunge forward to grab the severed end of chain, but was held back.  The other end, coiled tightly around his arm, was pinned into the ground by a sword with a yellow hilt, the head of a bee or wasp on the pommel.