Further away, the clash had begun, the Uchiha making their best efforts to protect their settlement, nearby. Tajima knew that once they were done with this battle, regardless of winning or retreating, they would need to move... but then, losing? No. Retreat was no option. Their enemies would follow and rip the settlement apart.
It was his clan. His settlement. His territory. Never before had an invaded settlement made it when their enemies located it. The fact it was their surrounding lands gave them the advantage of knowing the terrain, but no other clan had won even from that... and to make matters worse--
Eyes widened as their first body hit the ground. "Don't chase those that flee!" he called out. "They've trapped the area!!" This was a nightmare. After felling a few enemies himself, the head of the Senju finally came to meet him, his blade sullied in blood... blood of what number of Uchiha, he did not know. The battle that followed was nothing short of epic. So amazing it was that even those around stopped to watch the two, one weaving inbetween trees, the other masterful at dodging, both equally determined. The Uchiha side issued a collective gasp as Tajima froze, a blade piercing his shoulder...
...and then, it was a log, and the Clan leader dropped from a tree unto his assailant, the Senju having, however, read the move and rammed a shoulder into him. A part of his armor gave out, the chestplate swayed... and then he found a blade piercing an inch above his heart, pinning him to the ground.
Could his life truly end like this? What if he found their women? What of their children? His heirs were with them, but ho could they fight with ranks so diminished? He did not want to leave his clan just yet.... His eyes slid to the left. More Uchiha fell to Senju, sharingan fading into black as life left them, and then... then he felt it.
Butsuma froze as the sharingan shifted to something that looked even more vile, and was forced to abandon his weapon as black chakra gathered around the man, as if some protective ribcage. How far were their enemies even if he had been fighting their leader? What had their orders been? They could still be advancing towards their settlement. "S-Senju..." Tajima hissed, unable to take the risk of moving. He could only move his head, pinned there like a decorative butterfly, the mangekyo instinctively draining his chakra to protect him. His body was in pain, but to protect his clan... he would do anything.
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Tajima knew that once they were done with this battle, regardless of winning or retreating, they would need to move... but then, losing? No. Retreat was no option. Their enemies would follow and rip the settlement apart.
It was his clan. His settlement. His territory. Never before had an invaded settlement made it when their enemies located it.
The fact it was their surrounding lands gave them the advantage of knowing the terrain, but no other clan had won even from that... and to make matters worse--
Eyes widened as their first body hit the ground. "Don't chase those that flee!" he called out. "They've trapped the area!!" This was a nightmare. After felling a few enemies himself, the head of the Senju finally came to meet him, his blade sullied in blood... blood of what number of Uchiha, he did not know.
The battle that followed was nothing short of epic. So amazing it was that even those around stopped to watch the two, one weaving inbetween trees, the other masterful at dodging, both equally determined. The Uchiha side issued a collective gasp as Tajima froze, a blade piercing his shoulder...
...and then, it was a log, and the Clan leader dropped from a tree unto his assailant, the Senju having, however, read the move and rammed a shoulder into him.
A part of his armor gave out, the chestplate swayed... and then he found a blade piercing an inch above his heart, pinning him to the ground.
Could his life truly end like this? What if he found their women? What of their children? His heirs were with them, but ho could they fight with ranks so diminished?
He did not want to leave his clan just yet....
His eyes slid to the left. More Uchiha fell to Senju, sharingan fading into black as life left them, and then... then he felt it.
Butsuma froze as the sharingan shifted to something that looked even more vile, and was forced to abandon his weapon as black chakra gathered around the man, as if some protective ribcage.
How far were their enemies even if he had been fighting their leader? What had their orders been? They could still be advancing towards their settlement. "S-Senju..." Tajima hissed, unable to take the risk of moving. He could only move his head, pinned there like a decorative butterfly, the mangekyo instinctively draining his chakra to protect him.
His body was in pain, but to protect his clan... he would do anything.