Daisuke’s body never ceased to twist and contort as the strange grey energy from within continued to tear holes in his flesh. At this point his face was almost unrecognisable apart from the signature Minamoto tattoo that sat under his right eye. Every now and then it pulsated, and with it the energy withdrew slightly, yet whatever it was did not hold enough power to keep whatever this was at bay. The hidden puppeteer stumbled around in in the foliage and debris around the Hokage Mansion, narrowly avoiding several strikes before being caught and continually hammered by seemingly never ending onslaught. Not only was the figure of the boy seemingly fighting for control of its vessel, it was also fighting not to be killed outright before a full transformation could take place.
Daisuke’s mouth opened, slowly at first until it could open no further. But then it didn’t stop; his jaw unhinging to create an unholy visage of steaming gore. White mist poured from the gaping maw, surrounding what shell of the boy still remained. It didn’t seem to do much good to protect against the wolf-puppet amalgamation, but maybe it wasn’t meant to. None of what the boy was really doing made much sense; and in all honesty Daisuke was absent from the battlefield. Only his body remained, controlled as it was by something yet to make itself properly known.
As if from nowhere, an inhuman roar rang out – piercing the air and shattering windows moments before the torrent of water that followed had time to do the same. It was sage to say that the mansion was going to need a lot of repairs thanks to the combined ‘efforts’ of Kiko and Daisuke (or whatever masqueraded as the young ANBU. The sudden change in pressure seemed to have no impact on either of the combatants, leaf’s intruder took to water like it was nothing, spinning circles around the smaller boy as he continually writhed in pain – like a moth trying to break out of a fleshy cocoon.
The barrage of jutsu that soon flowed from the husk didn’t do a whole lot, wiping out some clones at most. A disappointing performance, but then again whatever it was that was taking hold of the boy didn’t seem to be fully capable. At least not in this state.
The water darkened, another form rising to join the fray within the giant half-sphere of water. Anyone else would have given it a large proportion of their attention. However, whatever was going on with the boy was still more of a distraction. Even as the shadow grew larger, Daisuke could be seen to still be tugging at this own skin, ripping chunks off in an effort to escape from the prison that was his own body…
[MFT]
[WC: 464]
[Sending actions soon]
[Sorry for the delay!]
Daisuke’s mouth opened, slowly at first until it could open no further. But then it didn’t stop; his jaw unhinging to create an unholy visage of steaming gore. White mist poured from the gaping maw, surrounding what shell of the boy still remained. It didn’t seem to do much good to protect against the wolf-puppet amalgamation, but maybe it wasn’t meant to. None of what the boy was really doing made much sense; and in all honesty Daisuke was absent from the battlefield. Only his body remained, controlled as it was by something yet to make itself properly known.
As if from nowhere, an inhuman roar rang out – piercing the air and shattering windows moments before the torrent of water that followed had time to do the same. It was sage to say that the mansion was going to need a lot of repairs thanks to the combined ‘efforts’ of Kiko and Daisuke (or whatever masqueraded as the young ANBU. The sudden change in pressure seemed to have no impact on either of the combatants, leaf’s intruder took to water like it was nothing, spinning circles around the smaller boy as he continually writhed in pain – like a moth trying to break out of a fleshy cocoon.
The barrage of jutsu that soon flowed from the husk didn’t do a whole lot, wiping out some clones at most. A disappointing performance, but then again whatever it was that was taking hold of the boy didn’t seem to be fully capable. At least not in this state.
The water darkened, another form rising to join the fray within the giant half-sphere of water. Anyone else would have given it a large proportion of their attention. However, whatever was going on with the boy was still more of a distraction. Even as the shadow grew larger, Daisuke could be seen to still be tugging at this own skin, ripping chunks off in an effort to escape from the prison that was his own body…
[MFT]
[WC: 464]
[Sending actions soon]
[Sorry for the delay!]
