[x] Sirrocco
Attack Roll: 7k3= 36
Damage Roll: 7k3=23
You charge forward, hefting your tetsubo high. This man is an enemy, you have no doubt of that. The gout of flame from earlier must have come from the Master of Fire, and whoever Asako Akio would attack without hesitation cannot be anything but a threat. Even more, he's directly responsible for the death of a Mirumoto Bushi! He must be held accountable for his crimes, and that means you need to stop him now before he has a chance to flee!
The masked man flinches back as you swing your weapon, and with almost supernatural grace attempts to move out of the way. He flows like the wind, his feet practically dancing across the ground… And it is not enough. Your aim is true, and your arm strong. Whatever trickery he is using to attempt his escape, it will not avail him.
His glowing eyes widen in alarm as he realizes he cannot dodge your strike, your weapon closing in as you twist your hips to unleash your full strength upon him. Years of training comes to you in an instant, bringing you into harmony with your weapon as you attack. Your full weight will come upon this masked invader like the fury of a landslide, ready to break his body and lay his ruin upon the ground. There is no way he can avoid the punishment you will unleash upon him.
Which is why you are quite surprised when your enemy twist his body such that your tetsubo slams into his wounded left arm. He cries out through clenched teeth as his limb gives off an audible crunch beneath the power of your attack, and jumps up to move with your strike. The force of it sends him flying across the street, landing into an alley between two buildings.
"You will not escape the righteous arm of Rokugan so easily!" you bellow, chasing after him.
The masked man does not respond, instead running further down the alley and away from the street. You are but a few steps behind him, weapon raised and ready to lay into him again. He cannot be allowed to escape, and you're prepared to chase him all over the city if you have to!
A kick off the ground sends the man up several feet into the air, bounding toward one of the alley walls. He pushes off that one and toward the other, leaping swiftly toward the roof. You growl as you catch up, just a few seconds too late to keep him from gaining the high ground! He's already gained too much height! You're going to lose him!
And then another masked figure leaps out from the shadows from behind you, kicking your prey in the stomach and sending him flying. Your enemy screams in agony as he drops the porcelain mask he was carrying, landing some distance away. He curls up at the other end of the alley, clutching his stomach and breathing harshly.
The mask he was holding, meanwhile, lands between you and this newcomer as he drops to the ground. He is garbed from head to toe in black and grey, his eyes shining a dull crimson beneath a mask that covers almost the entirety of his skull. He seems to almost blend completely with the shadows of the alley, the darkness covering his form like a cloak. If you didn't know better you could swear the shadows are... writhing around him, undulating like serpents made of smoke.
He looks in your direction, then down at the mask laying between you. Gazing back up, he draws a strange, strait edged blade and steps toward it.
"It's mine," he says, his voice resonating oddly within the confines of the alley. "Don't interfere."
[] Attack!
[] Demand an explanation.
[] Leave him be.
[] Write in.