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"Beast?" Kyojin thought for a moment. The word was familiar. Where had he heard it before, though? Every time he heard it, it was was coupled with a word that the giant associated with rage -- monster. These men were calling him a monster. These were bad men and they were making him angry!

His hands were gripping his weapon tighter than ever. The leather thong that formed the grip was crying. Instead of the long sorrowful moan it usually released, it begged to be set free. The splinters along the length were flaring even further from the center. It was as if the giant weapon was a bundle of sticks, rather than the solid piece of wood it had been crafted from.

"Kyojin crush tiny, bad men." he shouted, charging the band of warriors. His crying weapon was swinging by his side, with a particular vendetta against the one who called him beast. If anyone died, it would be him.

Kyojin was anything but a marksman, but everyone else was doing it, so he might as well learn how to play this game. what made it even more important was that the reigning lord decided that it was important to play. He had to obey the master of the lands, so he would do what he could. Twenty shots would be fired and he would hit them all! After all, how hard could this game be? He was good at playing games, especially the ones he made up. His favorite game was 'Count the Rocks" -- where he would count the rocks to pass the time whenever he was going somewhere. More often than not, he would get lost when he played his rock counting game, but no one dared interrupt him or correct him chronologically.

He would be good at this game too. He picked up his bow and knocked an arrow. He was behind the special line and he was ready. He pulled back the string and 'plink' the arrow flew from his hands. It flew through the air and cursing was heard. "Wrong way! Wrong way!" Several men ran up to him as he started to knock another arrow. He didn't even notice them and like a cow he was guided to face the right direction. "Arrow number six..." He pulled back the string and it hurdled through the air and into the ground. The second arrow had flown closer than the first, but the accuracy was beyond off.

"These arrows so weird." He let another fly out, just clipping the bottom of the target. "Guys these arrows are broken! Guys?" He spun around, letting lose another arrow into the surrounding area-- once again missing the target. "They sposed to be hitting the man thingy, but they not going right." He pouted, taking a seat as he shot off another arrow. This one hit the target square in the chest.

"Never mind, they works!" He giggled and shot off another. This one his the target's shoulder. He fixed them! "Good ting I fixed them. Those people so stupid. They making bad arrows." Arrows six through ten were decent. None of them were confirmed kills, but one did stick through the cheek. Next came the moving target!

Kyojin took his stance -- his butt planted firmly on the ground and the equipment in his hands. He was getting tired of this game. He had already counted fifty arrows and his fingers were feeling like they were going to fall off. He did not like this feeling one bit. Little people flung arrows, he smashed stuff to bits with his kanabo. Maybe if he loaded it with more than one arrow, he would get done faster.

He put two arrows on his bow and let the two fly toward the moving target. Both arrows missed. Again he tried and he nicked it. He added another arrow to his attack and shot three at a time. All of those missed as well. His last load was shot off and two pierced the side of the target. This upset Kyojin. He was going to win at this game, but these arrows were broken. How was he supposed to win if the other people cheat and give him bad things?

He held his bow in both hands and shouted as he stomped his feet. "No fair! Not fair! stupid bow cheated'ed Kyojin!" He swung his arms toward the target. The weapon spun through the air, cutting through the air. The thong on the bow was whistling as it snickered through the air. The handle of the bow hit the moving target and the target immediately began to give way. 'Snap, snip, snap...' The internal workings of the target broke, until it finally broke in half. The bow broke into three pieces and tangled around the bottom half of the target.

Kyojin had failed accuracy with arrows, but with a bow... He was flawless.

Kyojin coughed, as he sat up slowly. His hands and forehead were bleeding. He felt pain all over, but mainly in his chest. The boar was crying. Bad people did not cry. He had to stop this madness! "Little person, stop! Not hurt da piggy! He crying! Bad piggies no cry!"

He shot up to his feet and ran after the pig. He had to stop it from hurting people, so he could help it. "Piggy! Stops what you doings!" he was screaming at this point. It was like a child trying to stop their pet from running into the street. The volume of his voice hurt him, stretching his vocal chords past their comfort zone. Soon even his voice rasped and wheezed with each breath.

He ran at the pig from it side in an attempt to tackle it and push it onto its belly. If he could get it off its feet, it would be much easier to handle. It was the same thing with him, really. Once Kyojin was flat on his stomach, it would take divine intervention to get him on his feet.

"You am having such prettiful hair." Kyojin piped up. His partner was the only thing he could see in this dense fog, so he might as well comment on it. The only other things in sight were the houses. "It reminding Kyojin of peaches. Kyojin likes peaches. They soft and sweet." He silently nodded to himself in agreement. If anyone ever agreed with Kyojin, it was Kyojin.

"People here no good at building stuffs. That house have giant hole and that one only one wall. You can't be having home with just one wall. It stupid... And there clouds everywhere. That must be why they all bad builderses."

As he was instructed, Kyojin made his way into the ring. His lord had informed him of what could only be described as bad people in this area. They were easy to find, because they were drawn to this ring. If he had to, he would kill these bad people. The world did not need bad people. Bad people took things away from others -- just like what happened to his mother so many years ago. Maybe he would find her again some day, but for now he belonged to the Takeda and they needed him to purge this area.

He reached behind him and drew his kanabo with ease. He did not wield it, though. No, instead, he set it down and let it balance on its tip. The weapon was massive, taller than most men. It was just as ugly as its wielder too. The weapon had some material wrapped around the base, whether or not it was what was used to forge it is unknown. There were splinters all along its length, threatening infection should it not kill who it touched. "You stay there." He whispered, as if it could hear him. To be honest, it looked to be a support beam from a house that had been re-purposed. "Good boy. I gonna get the bad men. Just stay--"

There was a resounding crack, as a piece of wood was broken against his back. One of the challengers had tried to get the best of him and use a piece of debris to take him out, but Kyojin was like a rock. He was even standing still as one. It was as if the hit had changed the gentle giant. In a flash, he spun around and back-handed the challenger.

"No!" he roared. The giant's voice was like a volcano erupting. It shook and sounded off with such force, that nearby birds began to fly away. The powerful blow of his hand hitting the male was enough to knock him out of the ring and out of consciousness. Kyojin's grotesque hands were balled into fists, thick leathery fists. "NO! Bad man no hit Kyojin when he back turn!" He stomped his foot and beat on his chest like a beast.

He stomped over to the edge of the ring and shouted at the man, blood and foam spilled over his mouth. It was then that the other two challengers made their way into the ring. Both of them were more wary than the first. Each had armor on and had a katana -- they might as well have been in cardboard and holding butter knives. They were at the edges of the ring and were hoping to use their numbers to tire him out. If they could piss off the giant just enough, they would be able to make him do their jobs for them. they would have to be quick on their feet, though.

Kyojin charged for his weapon and picked it up with both hands. The spot where it had been was a dent in the ground, nice and rounded like the tip of his weapon. He tossed it over his shoulder and trotted over to the men, before bringing it down overhead. The two men split, causing him to bring his weapon down on the circle that made up the ring. The energy displaced into the ring caused it to bounce and jiggle as it came off the ground. The ringing it made was almost just as bad as the warcry that Kyojin had made earlier.

"TINY MEN STAYING STILL!" He bellowed out as he turned around swinging his weapon. Once, twice, thrice, he swung it and the men still dodged him. Their plan was working. Kyojin was missing every time, then suddenly it was over. Kyojin stopped his weapon from hitting the ground through a sheer force of will. A snap was heard as he stopped his swing, before he pivoted. His entire body spun with his weapon, sending the other two men flying just like the first. Their armor crumpled like a wet paper bag. They laid next to each other and Kyojin smiled. He was smiling.

"Make the bad men go away. They sleeping now." He put his weapon on his back and rubbed his mouth. The pain of him biting his tongue was finally hitting him. His smile faded and he rubbed his mouth. "They make Kyojin hurted himself." He spat out the blood. That was one taste he would never get used to. "Kyojin no like little men..." He muttered before going out of the ring. He was going to go home now. Bad men could not hurt him there...