Had felt the incoming threat of the arrows like the chill of a sharp, frozen knife brushing against his back.  His focus shifted from the group.  If the arrows missed him, they would hit the group, causing serious problems for everyone involved.  His brain worked like a computer, analyzing every piece of information in small bits, calculating his retaliation to the enemies pressing attack.  To him, he was thinking long and hard.  To others, it was but a second when he poised Enma's Fang behind him.  Everyone in the immediate vicinity should have felt an immense force emanating from this mere human.  He focused the energy around him into himself, unlocking a gate within himself.  He hated bringing it out so early, but his ultimate technique for Enma's Fang was already needed. He felt the archers ready themselves.  He waited until they pulled the trigger, bots careened toward him at force, and his plan was sent into motion.  A shockwave of Ki shot out of the warrior, knocking all the arrows from behind the group off course.<br/><br/>He stared down a group of advancing Driders, unimpressed with the gibbering creatures.  He had fought humans more foul, he thought to himself, mostly for the fact that the humans used real guns.  He watched them, circling him like a pack of wolves.  He could feel the malice in their dark, tortured souls.  "Haaaaaa," a quiet  testament to his power escaped his lungs.  He breathed out as far as his lungs could go, forcing his energy back to his core to higher concentrate it.  He sucked another breath, incorporating more energy from around him.  He exhaled once more, cramming more energy into his core.  His Ki showed physical form, tinting the reality around a translucent red, harsh, brutal, and frightening.  The ground around him cracked as his stance changed, his head duck and he disappeared.<br/><br/>An explosion of energy sent him blasting into his first unfortunate victim, starting the his technique with two vertical slashes, each severing the arms from the Drider.  He slammed a foot into the creatures chest, launching him into the attacking groups ranks, knocking down at least three more.  Ryu seemingly teleported to another hapless drider, bashing his enemy's sword from his hands, sending wide slashes in it's direction, severing it's limbs from it's body, and Gravely wounding the other two.   He turned his back on them, about to destroy another of the group when one of the injured jumped atop him.  He knew that his time was short if he didn't do something, knowing that being closer to death made the Drider powerful.  Continuing the roll, Ryu send the Drider flying into one of the last few.  In a fluid motion, he was on his feet, hurling an incendiary shuriken into the chest of his almost killer, blowing them to little bleeding bits.<br/><br/>Side stepping the last wounded Drider, Ryu took pity on it in the form of a quick death, kicking it to where it stood on it's knees.  He continued the motion, stepping past the creature, sending one of it's arms flying off in a random direction, he took his position, swinging with all his might.  Nothing save a decimated, steaming waistline remained, gore covering Ryu head to toe in it's crimson color.  Ryu watched as a few ran off to regroup.  He knew his job wasn't over yet, and that the group was most assuredly meeting with hostility.  He exhaled, coolly flicking the blood from his blade, and replacing it on his back.  He then disappeared in a cloud of smoke, pursuing his party to aid them in their fight.