Ichimaru Gin

"Damn!" Ichimaru Gin's half-paralyzed body tilted uncontrollably. The dried persimmons in his arms slipped free and scattered across the ground. His slender body toppled out from behind the tree trunk at an angle, an anxious smile frozen on his face. Just before he hit the ground, he regained control of his body and staggered fully out from behind the trunk, nearly falling. Before he could roll away to evade, he heard the whistle of a pebble He-El had flicked through the air.