A chance encounter [Requesting Rise]

[Sanyu]

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Rise
HP: 45,000 - 900 - 5150 - 4884 - 4146 + 1260 = 31180
CP: 21,772 - 4072 = 17271
AP: 11 - 11 = 0
AP Next Round: 10
Status Bleed Rank 3, Arm tangled with Wire, Leg tangled with Wire, Neck sprained & tangled with Wire, Head fractured
Maintaining: M.Sharingan, Fire Channeling, Ring of Fire​

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Amaya
HP: 22457 - 420 - 3105 + 1260 = 20138
CP: 34524 - 6217 = 28307
AP: 11 - 10.25 = .75
AP Next Round: 10.75
Status Lunar Seal Activated, Bleed Rank 2. Hidden
Maintaining: Actve camo, quake stance, earth flow wave, gravitational pull, elemental clones

Elemental Clone 1
HP: 2380
CP: 2380 - 270 = 2110
AP: 2.5

Elemental Clone 2
HP: 2380
CP: 2380 - 270 = 2110
AP: 2.5

Elemental Clone 3
HP: 2380
CP: 2380 - 270 = 2110
AP: 2.5​

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Round 1!​

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0.00s Amaya pulls Rise with Gravitational Pull/combos with Inertial Control jutsu expanded
[Hit, 5150 dmg, Rise attempts to redirect but is interrupted by Gravitational Pull]

0.00s Amaya quickdraws Small Knives, Daggers, Senbon

0.91s Rise attemps to ingest Amaya's blood [ew]

1.36s Amaya uses Higuma
[CA Feint: Sneak Attack, Hit, Miss, Crit, Hit, Hit; 4884]

1.36s Amaya overcharges Active Camo
[Stealthed]

3.18s Amaya does a hidden action.

4.09s Rise uses Illumination
[Amaya is revealed, along with her Earth Elemental Clones!]
[Rerolled Awarness Check: Amaya still hidden]

5.45 Amaya does a hidden action
[Called Shot: Neck: Hit/Sprained!]
[Called Shot: Head; Hit, Hit/Sprained, Hit/Fractured; 3150 dmg]
[Stalker used to remain in stealth]

5.91s Rise uses Heat Wave

8.18s Rise uses Scalding Ash Cloud
[Blindshot Check: Success, Crit! 3105 Dmg]
[Amaya uses Active Camo Special Ability to stay in stealth]

9.13s Elemental Clone 1 uses Sinkhole Fist
[Partial, Miss, Hit! 498 Dmg]

9,13s Elemental Clone 2
[Partial, Partial, Miss; 498]

9.13s Elemental Clone 3
[Miss, Miss, Miss]

Notes
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- Sorry I took so long I was just so confused.
- Fixed Stuff|​

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[Rise]

The battle between the two was far more exhilarating than she had expected. Back and forth blows were exchanged that even for an immortal like herself, the pain lingered into her flesh. Rise wasn’t in the best shape physically at least from glance, her body practically wrapped up in all kinds of wires that it was a mere miracle that she could even move a step forward. “Oh~ You seem to be quite situational. I feel I have underestimated just how much you could tear into me.” The woman would forcefully step forward forcing the wires to conform to her body’s movements.

But there was one thing from all this that elated the young Jashinist. It was the flavor of Fang’s blood that moistened her tongue. Yes, the euphoric sensation shook her body that she almost fell to her knees. “Yes.. .Fang! This taste is miraculous. The texture. It’s consistency. This is truly the taste of someone with a healthy body. Fang, I must have more of you. Let me taste every bit of you.. please?”. Rise was excited. Her blood was boiling and it had nothing to do with the beating she had just sustained just moments ago. She was hooked on the taste of the woman’s blood and the frenzied state which quickly overwhelmed her senses. There was no more time for being careful, it was time to cross paths once again.

Rise didn’t know the actual whereabouts of Fang, but she couldn’t hide forever. The assassin whose been named black dog often found their prey.

[Actions Sent]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

once Amaya had an opportunity to observe she'd rest her chin on one hand much like the French Le Penseur bronze sculpture by the famous Auguste Rodin. A philosopher would compare Amaya to that of an artist. Her brush, twin refined Daggers composing harmoniously with each stroke. Her canvas, the battlefield and all who encompassed it. Her art is to be placed on the battlefield with each stroke of her Daggers. Painting a conceptual portrait of precision, finesse, and compassion is what they would say. However, Amaya was no artist. She was but a tactician who loved the thrill of battle. The tougher the opponent, the more motivated she became and this opponent had her motivated. Amaya would think back to when Rise licked the blood that she managed to draw from Amaya and exclaim that she hungered for more. Perhaps a tough girl war cry to bring some uneasy or to shake the will of her opponent, however, something wasn't right about it.

She hadn't much time to assess the situation before having to move again but at least now she was making some head way. Rise was surprisingly sturdy making this battle a bit more challenging than she had first anticipated. Though Amaya took to the girl's blind spots, Rise had really good instincts and so this tactic was only half effective. Amaya would place her hands together in preparation of her next jutsu while also maintaining lung discipline. Coughing from the ash and smug would easily reveal her location and perhaps that was Rise's aim. A genius plan as it was only a matter of time before her longs inevitably gave way...

"...Just a little longer!"

 

[Rise]

[OOC: Just needed to leave lol. If you want to RP again, let me know .]

The battle between the two vixens halted for what seemed to be a century. An unstoppable force unknown to these shinobi but known to the entities that controlled their fates… or on the other hand, perhaps it was the agile movements of Amaya that made time feel so sluggish. Nonetheless, the thrill she once had no longer existed… things had changed. The woman simply gave Amaya a creepy grin before returning from whence she came.

“Even if the morrow no longer exists. I shall return for you my little pet.”<i></i>

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[Ryujin Akira]

As Rise would face the exit she'd receive an unexpected embrace from behind. Perhaps the sliver haired woman was not used to beautiful kunochi sneaking up on her but it would seem that Amaya had a talent for creeping in on blind spots. She'd apply her arms around Rise's body in an attempt to lock her into place with a full reverse bear hug in order to temporarily restrict her movements and to halt any progression toward her immediate leave. Instantly Rise would feel just how unnaturally strong Amaya was physically if she had not recognized this already from their battle.

Though Rise could not see behind herself, Amaya had a devilish flare in her emarld green glare as she softly whispered in Rise's ear sensually. Her lips softly pressed against Rise's ear would sing words both mysterious and tempting. "For someone so strong... you lack proper boldness... the strong takes what is rightfully there's for the morrow is and forever will be barren of promises..." Amaya's grip would start to loosen. It was a shame to let such foreplay go to waste but they had a deal. For now there would be no Victor but Amaya had a feeling that they were destined to do this forever...

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