The mouth on this one....she was as bad as some of those gang leaders back in Iwagakure. Well, at least she spoke like one of them. It was a slightly unappealing thought, coinciding them to shinobi. Perhaps...perhaps life wasn't meant to ever be like those picturesque non-fighting families from Maruishi. Is this what the average shinobi female was like, or just what the rest of the world was like? He cringed at that thought for a moment, his sister passing through his blackened world. It was sickening to think of such..the rest of the world might have been just as dark as his upbringing. If..if that was how the rest of the world was though, he hadn't a need of holding back. Was this a sign he didn't have to? A silver lining in the darkness? The boy thought he had to change to fit into the world. But...just perhaps he didn't need to? Then..what was that thing about the guy touching her butt? Wait, if it was proper response, it was just he couldn't take the hit then. But, he was still alive. So maybe not so bleak. Half? Half was doable.
Should his charade end or continue? It was his creation originally after all, he didn't want to fight it. Though it was looking bad just sitting back. Perhaps it would be best to take action and gain some trust? Or to just attack the girl.
She attacked the great earthen golem. It's legs breaking with each strike, yet it didn't fall, still holding the ground with it's other arm. He looked to his original creation, and wondered why it was more capable now. And why was it so familiar. It hit him just then. The golem, it's aura of death, the chakra. He did a self inspection. 'Which heart did I give it? Was..no. It..it couldn't have been his. This technique doesn't work that damn way does it?' He looked deeply into the creature, and it felt so similar. The way it stared straight into the boy. It was exactly like his old 'master'. Not a master in the ways of fighting, or how to go about doing things. But his depraved master that committed the abrogation of hope and forced obedience to those served. A man that he took pleasure in killing. A man that he could only be defeat whilst he was asleep. Kishin shuddered for a moment remembering what he was capable of. The atrocities done in his name. Ones he wasn't except from committing. That was one of the reasons he held onto such. His power unequaled by most, and it was going to get worse yet.
The black figure ripped through several seals. The signs being made, were all to familiar. Kishin started his own seals. The decision was made for him. The creatures eyes trained on him, he wouldn't be left free from this fight. The heart was acting on it's own. Perhaps a fragment of that dark soulless ravager clung onto what little of him still existed. And the fear he felt, the anger, the tribulation of the past, all came flooding back. He wasn't the same as back then, and he would prove it. The creature finished it's seals first but Kishin wasn't far behind. As he finished, the wind within the tent picked up. The lights flickering worse then before, as they dangled and fell, drooping from the ceiling. The currents were distinct though, and almost visible with the naked eye, surrounding his body. He started to run and wafts of wind ripped from him. The black figure also ran, dodging the first blow, that cut into the earth, leaving behind a scar. Again another, then another and another flew out. The man dodged it, as it sliced through the tent, the other as well, slicing through a set of lights.
Half of what little light there was now gone. And he still hadn't managed to hit the creature. He yelled in anger, "You will not get me this time around!" And he released 9 air disturbances towards the creature. It slammed it's foot onto the ground and a slab of earth popped up, taking the force of what hit. Tables were sliced in two, three, fours that were between them. Behind the target, the tent was shredded, cutting a pole that held the tent up causing the entire structure to shift downwards. The lights flickered again. The rock that was held up had several scars within, but still stood strong. And as soon as he could collect himself, it suddenly got larger. The earth sailed across the grounds and slammed right into him. The wind knocked out of him as he sailed into the ground and was ripped across the surface 30 feet. He groaned as he tried to gather himself from the assault. "Yep..friggin losing this one...", trying to push the stone off.
It turned towards the girl, and stepped towards her. It weaved several seals and as it finished, it kicked the ground and sent a river of dirt, chairs and tables at her. It was a two pronged attack. The rock creature was also on the attack. It slammed it's hand, trying to swat her like a fly. Not once, but twice, sending dirt and dust as it made contact. The earth itself moved with each powerful strike, causing the tent to shift lower and lower where it was damaged. As it lifted it's hand from the second strike, the rock crumbled leaving behind the three pronged hand. The dirt slowly drained from it's now missing appendage, like blood. She would have to face two of them for the moment, the darkened figure again weaving seals for something unbeknownst. The earth around it gathered, preparing for something grand.
Jutsus used:
Kishin: Wind Scar
Rock Golem: 2 basic strikes
Specter: Earth Flow river against you. [spoilername="Prepped against you. No peeking"]Prepping Mud Clone jutsu[/spoilername]
Bedrock Coffin against me.
Should his charade end or continue? It was his creation originally after all, he didn't want to fight it. Though it was looking bad just sitting back. Perhaps it would be best to take action and gain some trust? Or to just attack the girl.
She attacked the great earthen golem. It's legs breaking with each strike, yet it didn't fall, still holding the ground with it's other arm. He looked to his original creation, and wondered why it was more capable now. And why was it so familiar. It hit him just then. The golem, it's aura of death, the chakra. He did a self inspection. 'Which heart did I give it? Was..no. It..it couldn't have been his. This technique doesn't work that damn way does it?' He looked deeply into the creature, and it felt so similar. The way it stared straight into the boy. It was exactly like his old 'master'. Not a master in the ways of fighting, or how to go about doing things. But his depraved master that committed the abrogation of hope and forced obedience to those served. A man that he took pleasure in killing. A man that he could only be defeat whilst he was asleep. Kishin shuddered for a moment remembering what he was capable of. The atrocities done in his name. Ones he wasn't except from committing. That was one of the reasons he held onto such. His power unequaled by most, and it was going to get worse yet.
The black figure ripped through several seals. The signs being made, were all to familiar. Kishin started his own seals. The decision was made for him. The creatures eyes trained on him, he wouldn't be left free from this fight. The heart was acting on it's own. Perhaps a fragment of that dark soulless ravager clung onto what little of him still existed. And the fear he felt, the anger, the tribulation of the past, all came flooding back. He wasn't the same as back then, and he would prove it. The creature finished it's seals first but Kishin wasn't far behind. As he finished, the wind within the tent picked up. The lights flickering worse then before, as they dangled and fell, drooping from the ceiling. The currents were distinct though, and almost visible with the naked eye, surrounding his body. He started to run and wafts of wind ripped from him. The black figure also ran, dodging the first blow, that cut into the earth, leaving behind a scar. Again another, then another and another flew out. The man dodged it, as it sliced through the tent, the other as well, slicing through a set of lights.
Half of what little light there was now gone. And he still hadn't managed to hit the creature. He yelled in anger, "You will not get me this time around!" And he released 9 air disturbances towards the creature. It slammed it's foot onto the ground and a slab of earth popped up, taking the force of what hit. Tables were sliced in two, three, fours that were between them. Behind the target, the tent was shredded, cutting a pole that held the tent up causing the entire structure to shift downwards. The lights flickered again. The rock that was held up had several scars within, but still stood strong. And as soon as he could collect himself, it suddenly got larger. The earth sailed across the grounds and slammed right into him. The wind knocked out of him as he sailed into the ground and was ripped across the surface 30 feet. He groaned as he tried to gather himself from the assault. "Yep..friggin losing this one...", trying to push the stone off.
It turned towards the girl, and stepped towards her. It weaved several seals and as it finished, it kicked the ground and sent a river of dirt, chairs and tables at her. It was a two pronged attack. The rock creature was also on the attack. It slammed it's hand, trying to swat her like a fly. Not once, but twice, sending dirt and dust as it made contact. The earth itself moved with each powerful strike, causing the tent to shift lower and lower where it was damaged. As it lifted it's hand from the second strike, the rock crumbled leaving behind the three pronged hand. The dirt slowly drained from it's now missing appendage, like blood. She would have to face two of them for the moment, the darkened figure again weaving seals for something unbeknownst. The earth around it gathered, preparing for something grand.
Jutsus used:
Kishin: Wind Scar
Rock Golem: 2 basic strikes
Specter: Earth Flow river against you. [spoilername="Prepped against you. No peeking"]Prepping Mud Clone jutsu[/spoilername]
Bedrock Coffin against me.
The leg of the massive beast shattered, yet it held itself up with one of it's hands. Kaori grit her teeth and backed off for a moment, noticing that the creature and the masked one looking at each other. Nothing was happening between the two, wondering if the two had some sort of connection. "
