Crime and Punishment [Anarchy!; Private]

[Sand Council]

You will be Judged and we will deliver the Ruling​

While originally the middle-class districts that was the center of much of Sunan life, The entire area has become a funhouse mirror of itself. Chaos reigns as looting, pillaging, fights, and beatings occur regularly, just as in the rest of the village. It is here, in the Temple of Mother Suna, that a group from the Obsidian Palace's recently freed inmates have set up shop. Calling themselves "The Hand of the Cabal", they create chaos just to do so. Every hour on the hour they hold public executions of those that displease them just so that they can. Any who show up and jeer at those getting murdered are given temporary favor, encouraging their fellow men to turn on one another just because the brutal and visceral nature of man's darker side is so amusing to these twisted individuals, doubly so because it all takes place in the most holy of locations to the Sunans, twisting their faith into something dark and perverse.

The Hand of the Cabal police this area, but do well to stir up trouble and haul people in.

This area is DANGEROUS<i></i>.

Enter at your own risk.

 

[Mikaboshi]

Re: Crime and Punishment [Anarchy!; Low Notoriety]

[col]The Hand of the Cabal had been feared in this part of the city during the short reign of the eponymous Cabal. As the biggest fish in their end of the pool, the "Hand of the Cabal" had pillaged, terrorized and killed at their leisure and in their hubris they'd claimed a temple of the Holy Mother Suna and desecrated it filling the air with the smell of spilled blood and heinous violence. But for their part they failed to account for a singular axiom of age old logic...

There is always a bigger fish.

Fresh screams filled the blood-stained sanctuary -- a sound that the abused holy site had not heard in days since the surrender of the Cabal -- as the remaining criminals and murderers that had claimed the church as their own were introduced to a real monster. They knew his name from the stories they'd heard and the horror they'd witnessed in his wake. Former inmates of the Obsidian Palace, each and every man and woman that remained of the group that fancied itself the "Hand of the Cabal" were familiar with the "night" Mikaboshi had been declared lord of the Palace. Where his predecessor had been strict but ultimately a fair and good woman -- the new ANBU Sennin was everything that Miyamoto Hotaru had not been. To hammer that point home with the inmates of the Obsidian Palace the newly appointed warden had waded in among the sharks of the Palace that first night and what followed had been nothing short of an unmitigated orgy of violence. He slaughtered without regard to criminal record or potential rehabilitation and drank the very life from the bodies that he broke like one would drink a fine wine from an uncorked bottle. He savored each unnecessarily brutal kill before brisky moving to the next with the single-minded fascination of a practiced predator.

It did not take long for the majority of the more savvy prison inmates to realize that they were not being punished any more. They were being hunted.

When finally he'd had his fill of murder and felt he'd made his point regarding his superiority the wraith left them unannounced. It'd been hours before the first inmates began to emerge from their hiding places. From then on the legend of Mikaboshi had been established as both a terrifying monster but also the boss. After that night, no one dared to defy the haunting creature that had visited such a harrowing experience upon the Palace.

So it was that as a wrathful Mikaboshi descended on the fools which claimed a title so close to his own position as Hand of the Steward, many men simply fled at word of his arrival. A few stood and fought like men before being torn to ribbons before the merciless claws of the ANBU Sennin. Dragging the shattered and lifeless corpse of one hapless fool that had thought to strike Mikaboshi with a blade behind him with a low, wet scraping noise the Ancient Lord walked among the pews of the church without words until he finally reached the front of the church and tossed the offal of a human corpse he'd clutched in his talons aside like so much trash.

"Come out, come out where ever you hide." He called, his quiet and menacing voice echoing off of the walls of the seemingly empty church.|[legend="[[b][u]OOC Notes[/u][/b]] - [[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYXaWWVeS2U]SCENE BGM[/url]]"]

Mikaboshi - Sand ANBU Sennin (Council NPC)

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[Sand Council]

Mood Music

The Hand of the Cabal had suffered losses by the hands of those wreathed in darkness. Akio had paid them a similar visit during the active incursion, but that had been more for his pleasure. Now stalking the halls was a creature so dark and hateful of human kind that these men would find no pity, only the cold embrace of obliteration. Death was not a leisure they would face with Mikaboshi, assuming the tales surrounding him were true to form. Each scream, every crunching bone was punctuated by subtle movement. Not that of someone wanting to hide, but of someone who was waiting his turn.

As crimson splattered across the speaking alter, icy words freezing the air, a shadowy figure emerged from the cover of a nearby pillar.

Akio​

In one hand was gripped a blade swirling in shadows, fiery eyes locking onto the hallow of Mikaboshi's cowl. Each step was silent, not daring to disturb the silence befallen the temple. Now he resided at the front of the aisle way, just in front of the desecrated podium. Between the two, all light in the room seemed to shy away, retreating like a wounded animal to where it felt safest. A primal instinct pulsated through the room. Survival. Death.

"I see you've finally escaped from your cage. Did you scratch and claw at it like a common vermin or is that too unbecoming of a monster such as yourself?"<i></i>

Whispers spoke of what Mikaboshi was, but those who worked within the village, knew its darkest secrets and lived in the shadow of its true master, they knew that he was more than a mere mortal. Twin serpents clutched at the fore finger of the sword-wielding hand, a ring that once belonged to a proud clan of Rangers, the Varathi, prominent in their ways and slayers of Ancients. Akio, unphased by anything he had seen so far, relished facing the myth of a man before him. This ultimate meeting of massive powers had been inevitable. Both were the hidden faces behind their efforts, both had their own agendas, and Akio had made sure that Mikaboshi was held up plenty long before getting to partake in the fun. Prideful animals like him were always easy to rile once shackled up for a bit.

 

[Mikaboshi]

Re: Crime and Punishment [Anarchy!; Low Notoriety]

[col]"I broke your sealer's spell and then I broke him." The Sennin growled, anger coiling in the back of his throat as his words filled the air. He took no offense at Akio deeming him a monster. He already knew how humanity viewed him and he'd long since accepted it. Reveled in it, even. Mikaboshi was not a creature that could feed directly off of the fear of others but it was his very favorite of the human emotional spectrum.

Mikaboshi considered himself to be a pragmatist in most regards but where his pride was concerned. Proud to a fault, the disgraced Lord of the Deep Court was well known among his kind for his temper in relation to his pride and it was for that reason that any who did not eclipse him in raw power which chose to go before him in his territory typically crossed their "t"s and dotted all of their "i"s while meeting with him. The slightest insult or slip of disrespect could mean a visceral demise at Mikaboshi's hands as his temper got the better of him -- provided that the potential gain of the situation did not manage to suppress that anger. The list of those who had intentionally disrespected Hahvulon and walked free to tell the tale of their mistake.

"You have an enviable sense of confidence towards yourself to stand in my presence with your weapon drawn as if you are a threat to me." Mikaboshi's right hand, adorned with the huge black talons that he was so well known for using to butcher his enemies, stretched it's fingers as he breathed his statement towards Akio and the shadows in the room flexed as well in mimicry of the physical movement that the Hand of the Steward made though from the fact that Mikaboshi's body stayed otherwise perfectly still gave the distinct impression that the shadows acted through no direct influence of Mikaboshi's but rather as an unconscious response to his sour mood.

Apparently done with conversation, Mikaboshi raised his left hand and with a flick of his wrist his will was made manifest as the air twisted and a semi-translucent crescent of force materialized cutting through the space between them at a rapid pace. As the wake passed items and rocks were drawn up from the floor into it's path and pulverized into pieces and the wood from the pews which managed to be caught in it's wake split apart suddenly as if struck by an axe swung by a professional strongman. More than enough to shred an average human, the nearly invisible wake of cutting force was a casual conjuration for the ANBU Sennin who was clearly not taking Akio seriously.|[legend="[[b][u]OOC Notes[/u][/b]] - [[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYXaWWVeS2U]SCENE BGM[/url]]"]

Mikaboshi - Sand ANBU Sennin (Council NPC)

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[Sand Council]

Akio​

Spider's demise was not a surprise, it was a measured expense to occupy Mikaboshi, Akio had made certain of that. This entire endeavor was never meant to be a success, only a survey for future trials. Sunagakure was not out from underneath the vision of their true leader. Akio no longer cared for that man and his petty grudges either. Beyond the ways of blood for the sake of blood, the shadowed figure had a greater purpose, and even indentured to a master, he would meet it. The two were a lot alike in that way. Both served another individual's purpose, but only to allow freedom to pursue their own.

The shadow's true master had arrived and the darkness seemed to gather to one side, the remnants of dark matter only clinging to Akio's weapon, Retribution. He had not been born in them as the Ancient had, had not lorded over the element like a taskmaster would his slaves. They had supplied him with a subtle enough illusion and now he no longer needed them to face down the threat to everything he wished to accomplish.

Ethereal rake rending the stone and wood as if dust and paper, Akio stood his ground and when it neared he slashed diagonally, send the attack into different directions all round him. Deep tears were carved from the walls and pillars, but Akio stood in place as if a statue that had been there for its eternity.

"And you have the gall to assume you are above the mortals you serve. You exist solely to scare little children and to prey on inmates incapable of defending themselves, you allowed yourself to become trapped by a simple lure, and contained by a man whose life was forfeit when he received his assignment. All you've done is prove how bloated your waistline and ego has become hiding in this cave."<i></i> At no point did Akio move to the ready. His relaxed stance was equal parts taunting and hubris, bladed tip dragging along the floor where Mikaboshi's attack had scarred the tile.

"If I need to redecorate, I'll be sure to write you personally, Lord Mikaboshi."<i></i>

Similar in nature, the hooded swordsman launched himself forward, firing off a wide arc of buzzing energy; it seemed to flicker and be incredibly unstable as trails of radiant chakra streamed behind its wake. That was not all, as it sailed through the air, further destroying the lane between the two, the figure would twist and flip mid-air, a powerful arm hurling two trios of projectiles in two different directions. Buried onto either side of the ANBU Sennin were explosive notes, primed to explode if anything neared them. Charging forward would have him meet Akio, either left or right would face the fiery traps, and hiding in plain sight behind the Ancient were two pairs of black stone knights, swords held in front of them as if relics to the temple, but secretly were weapons of Akio.

Two would enter, but one would leave.

 

[Mikaboshi]

Re: Crime and Punishment [Anarchy!; Low Notoriety]

[col]Mikaboshi said nothing immediately in response to Akio's taunts and made no move to dodge to change his positioning as the rogue ranger moved to attack him. Assaults closed in from all sides but the first to arrive was the blast of slashing energy that Akio had sent at him... and it seemed to strike home as the shredding wake barreled into Mikaboshi's physical form sending him pitching backwards with shadow-stuff flying from his rag-dolling body but after a moment it would become clear that something was very wrong as Mikaboshi's body dissolved to nothing in the aftermath of the attack as though he'd been turned to dust from the attack. Soon there was nothing left at all of the ANBU Sennin's presence which gave the distinct impression that this was very clearly a form of trickery as even in his atrophied state it was simply too unlikely that a creature like Mikaboshi could be so easily felled in a single strike.

"You assume much but know nothing." Admonished the voice of the ancient from the various ambient shadows in the room. The cavern of Sunagakure was dark enough in the days following the Cabal occupation as the Cabal had made the decision early on to destroy the primary light source that the village enjoyed -- the artificial sky. There were candles here and there within the church still, as well as burning effigies of various religious and state figures belonging to Sunagakure, but to say that the building was well lit would be a poor description of the scene.

Lurking in the shadows of the surroundings, Mikaboshi's un-transformed hand gestured a few times and from the tenebrous atmosphere of the church stepped an trio of identical copies of himself complete with transfigured claws but lacking the trademark malfeasance of presence that Mikaboshi was so well known for. Clearly simulacrums, each of them moved in almost an animalistic way -- certainly not with the twisted regality that Mikaboshi carried himself with but still they advanced upon Akio with their claws ready for the kill. What Akio wouldn't know is that each of the fractionated visions of Mikaboshi possessed a hidden secret within them -- generated to burst when destroyed, each of the clones would create a sucking void of air making it difficult to aim one's attacks once the clone was destroyed.

Mikaboshi's next move was a more subtle one... a mental attack upon Akio. Spidery words of the ancient language filled the air as Mikaboshi cast from the shadows and tangibly reached for Akio's mind with his chakra betraying his position in the process. Attempting to infiltrate the thoughts of the former ranger, Mikaboshi looked to place a curse upon his opponent's vision and rob of him of his ability to see properly. Such a curse would cause Akio's vision to cloud and be as though he were battling amid the darkest moonless night with no source of light to guide him. He would not be blind of course as no curse Mikaboshi knew could rob someone totally of their sight in such a short period of time but if the mental attack took hold Akio would find it challenging to accurately strike Mikaboshi with his blade without taking longer to focus on his objective making any sort of martial attacks that much more difficult to execute against the already slippery ancient of shadows.|[legend="[[b][u]OOC Notes[/u][/b]] - [[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYXaWWVeS2U]SCENE BGM[/url]]"]

Mikaboshi - Sand ANBU Sennin (Council NPC)

Also for the record, I am considering Mikaboshi to be his last registered combination of BL/CA/Kinjutsu which was Quick Learner/Abomination. Nothing substantial has changed for him since I retired him into an NPC.[/legend][/col]

 

[Sand Council]

Akio​

It was not thought Mikaboshi would be an easy target, nor one his loud-mouth would ever rile up to any degree. The short game was going to be fierce and potentially bloody. Neither had made it as far as they had by playing poorly and for every attack the other had answers. While his devised trap was evaded, it still left elements on the field for him to use. Those knights were not the only things he had at his disposal. While one of the ravenous Ancient clones rushed him, he ducked low and slid past it, leaving at its feet a pile of gleaming black polyhedrons. Rolling forward, then flipping around, he would land on his feet and watch as the clone would be swallowed by hellfire and smoke which in turn was absorbed by the gaping maw left behind by the clone. Clever.

Taking up a defensive position, his sword perpendicular to his head, he watched the other two clones encircle him. He also kept watch for the real beast lurking in the darkened halls. There was always a more tangible threat when it couldn't be seen, but that itching at the back of your neck let you know it was so close. As if the sunset on their duel, his eyes lost focus on his surroundings, the clones and he blinked to clear his sight. Instincts shouted at him as the copies moved in. The first dodge came late and a talon bit into his side, drawing blood as he backpedaled further away, ducking under the second's attack and throwing a wild hand gesture that conjured hands from the floor below, taking hold of the aggressive enemies by their ankles, after a few attempts, the sticky substance slowed them down enough for the extra grabbing hands to take hold, stopping them right before they reached the dazed Akio. A hand held to his side, he took a few long steps back and snapped his fingers. Fire crackled along the length of the path where the earthy palms had come from until they reached the clones, exploding once more and vanishing into dust like the first had.

"To know nothing is true wisdom, to pretend to know it all is the greatest farce."<i></i>

Fiery eyes looked outwards for a target, but the blackness of their surroundings seemed to be increasing by the second. Akio did not panic and maintained his trademark malicious grin as he planned his next move. Taking to one knee, and gloved hand would press against the flat surface beneath him and it would begin to bubble, as if made of water. Ragged black shards of rock would lance upwards until it formed a monolithic creature of epic sizes. Nearly three-quarters the height of the room, it did well to shield Akio from any danger despite its relative slowness; the swordsman's agility would allow him to use it as a shield in times of need.

"Besides, what you don't know may kill you this time, my Lord."<i></i>

Another pulling hand gesture and numerous dark objects were spit into the room via the hallways. At first glance they would appear to be shuriken, but a second look would show them to be small winged animals, bats. While Akio would not be able to see, his practiced senses would allow his creations to seek out their target. Like a cloud of angry insects, the cave-dwelling homunculi pursued the dark master of shadows, intending to rend and explode when they neared, taking with them more than just flesh, but his life. Akio had been their explosives expert for a reason and his secrets had been kept during their visit until now, when he needed all his tricks to combat this ancient evil.

Akio wondered if Ancients could be reduced to nothingness or if whatever bound them to the physical realm would just reform them? A large enough explosion would soon answer that question.

 

[Mikaboshi]

Re: Crime and Punishment [Anarchy!; Low Notoriety]

[col]The flying bombs come forward and all around Mikaboshi the air was bathed in explosive flame but once more the aged creature made no attempt to dodge or evade the attack even as waves of burning chakra washed over him through the collected shadows around his body that made up his attire. As the smoke cleared from the blasts Mikaboshi's true form would be revealed for only but a moment before the billowing hood and ebony robes obscured him once more revealing that beneath the impenetrable gloom which was his "mask" and past the black silk that seemed to make up his robes was a being that looked very much like a human being. His black hair was relatively short, certainly could not have been longer than shoulder length, and fell about his face in a crazed mess from the force of the explosions that had just assaulted him. Even though his facial skin was blackened and crisped in a few places due to the heat of the attack, Mikaboshi's human features might have been considered handsome by some women -- thinly structured but with strong cheekbones and deeply set eyes.

"Kill me? You are putting the horse before the carriage, ape-ling." Though Akio could no longer see it, the charred flesh of his body was beginning to knit and be healed causing the burned and scarred layer of skin to flake and fall away from him like ash. The damage of the explosions had certainly been done, that was certainly true but with each passing moment the actual structural damage which had been dealt to his body was lessening and disappearing as the repairing enzymes which his body produced while partially transformed in the way he was went to work. This was the power of the body that he had engineered following his last encounter with Hotaru. Possessed of high-speed regeneration, Mikaboshi was not an easy creature to lastingly harm much less destroy. "Your bite is admirable but your jaws have claimed more than you can chew. Allow me to illustrate."

Mikaboshi's presence in the room had been everywhere before he's spoken. It filled the shadows and pulsed with his every word. It was what made his usage of the shadows so effective -- it was difficult to track someone physically who felt like they could be everywhere at once. But at the end of the words he spoke that feeling of "everywhere-ness" intensified in impossible ways. If Akio succumbed to the effect which came in pulses every few seconds he would feel a sickening wave of murderous intent wash over him the likes of which would have been difficult to relate to many other experiences. Such was the malfeasance in the devastating aura that radiated from Mikaboshi that if Akio faltered in his conviction or his stoutness of heart for even a moment he would feel his iron grip over his fear crumble and open his defenses to even further attacks from Mikaboshi's arsenal of mental and spiritual torture devices.

"Fight on little creature. It would disappoint me so much if you were not able to live up even a little to your boasts. Don't let your heart waver for even a moment or you will be a stain on my claws faster than you can blink." Taunted the Sennin as he slowly walked forward, his spiritual pressure crushing objects around him into dust and further pulverizing some of the men that had only been wounded in Mikaboshi's initial onslaught. With a spit of mocking laughter the ancient's form would waver and grow transparent... before disappearing all-together from sight using a technique that actively enhanced his ability to walk unseen. With Akio's vision hampered so tightly by Mikaboshi's seeing curse it would be difficult for him to track the creature but there were always tells to those that moved invisibly. Foot-falls and shiftings of air along with the movements of the environment. Warriors like Akio did not grow to be skilled by failing to mind their surroundings but could he do so with two-pronged assault upon his senses and his very courage?|[legend="[[b][u]OOC Notes[/u][/b]] - [[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYXaWWVeS2U]SCENE BGM[/url]]"]

Mikaboshi - Sand ANBU Sennin (Council NPC)

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[Sand Council]

Akio​

Ancients were written about as if they were gods, beings larger than life and all powerful. Even if Mikaboshi hadn't sustained any actual damage, it would strain him and eventually there would be a breaking point. The First Men had proven that and pushed hard enough until they too discovered the weaknesses of their Ancient masters. Akio's lineage had taught him many lessons and it was in this moment that he knew her would not be intimidated. Mikaboshi was powerful, but while he had been hiding for hundreds of years, man had been evolving, growing ever stronger and to such an end that they could reach beyond the stars with their potential. Akio was not part of The Cabal group out of pure luck, he had been selected for a particular set of skills that made him more dangerous than any shinobi in Wind Country.

While his sight betrayed him--Mikaboshi tricking his vision into seeing things that were not real, this much he knew--there was an overwhelming confidence of the shadowy swordsman. Allow a prideful creature to believe they held the advantage and it was the opponent's to take away when they least expected it. As the powerful shock waves lashed out and shattered their surroundings, Akio didn't even flinch at each pulse of power or so much as acknowledge the transition into nothingness, losing complete sight of the Ancient.

"If I had been afraid of you, I wouldn't have come out to your challenge. Your tricks are effective, but that's all they are. You're nothing more than the courts' jester, Mikaboshi."<i></i>

Glowing energy would pulsate from Akio's hand and he would press it against the ground once more, a visible wave of white energy channeling through the whole room in an instant. Mikaboshi may have stalked his prey to this location, but Akio had waited and set up his battlefield too. As the rushing waves of overwhelming pressure hit the room now, small pockets of debris would explode upon being jostled. Patches of the room glowed and popped into fiery balls of death as the Minefield technique took effect, using the Devastating Aura as a trigger to unleash the unstable chakra. A careful step would be needed.

Fear was an interesting part of the human condition. Akio had heard the stories of Mikaboshi, understood that consuming souls and rending flesh from bone was a common practice for him against anything that got in his way, and the primal desire to flee was as prominent as ever, but the fear was also a powerful motivator. There was a lot wrong with Sunagakure and at its core everything was fixable. Save for a single point that would be a poisonous blister until it was lanced completely: Mikaboshi, Lord of the Deep Court.

Deep breaths escaped his lips as he calmed his nerves and eased the grip upon Retribution, feet moving him slowly around the large golem he had created, listening to the chaos of unpredictable explosion take chunks out of the surrounding terrain. This was all a set-up. Mikaboshi hunting for him and Akio revealing himself. A grand trap for the country's greatest hunter. If man did not attempt to remove evil, it would forever be plagued by it as it hid in the shadows. One more press of his palm against the dusty floor and there would be a noticeable surge of pressure in the room. Scales of jet-black rock would surface from somewhere in the room, vanish and then reappear again somewhere else, like a shark circling its prey in the water. Akio did not need to see for his creations to attack and these blinding techniques were only blinding him.

Tremendous and untamed, the large creature revealed itself as it surfaced and unleashed a mighty roar. The large and imposing Obsidian Dragon was a favorite technique of the bombardier and made even more deadly by his unusually volatile chakra.

Now Akio kept his hand against the ground, ready at a rigid crouch for an attack.

The dragon would seek out Mikaboshi and attempt to chomp down on him, but his master was taking his time until the Ancient decided to play a bit more forward.

 

[Mikaboshi]

Re: Crime and Punishment [Anarchy!; Low Notoriety]

[col]Lurking in the shadows of the chapel, Mikaboshi observed the huge creature that Akio summoned to his side with eyes that transcended most of known history. To the eyes of the average opponent the beast would only appear as rock and stone but Mikaboshi's knowledge of spellwork went so much deeper than that. He was not "gifted" in the same way that certain breeds of human were with the ability to physically see spiritual energy at work but his eyes none the less were able to discern the way the beast moved, the way the energy that Akio had put into it animated it's features. There were even other... deeper secrets about it that he gleaned as he observed the creature. After a few tense moments of calm as Akio's draconic ally searched for it's quarry the ground began to shake once more and from the depths sounded a deafening roar as a second Obsidian Dragon rose to the surface with blood on it's mind. Akio would likely be able to recognize what appeared to be his own work turned against him down to the very last detail -- personal flourishes and everything. Silt and dust streaming from it's nostrils as it growled menacingly, Mikaboshi's replicated dragon stalked in perfect symmetry to Akio's construct.

"You underestimate me at your peril." Sneered the voice of Mikaboshi from the maw of his newly minted Obsidian Dragon even though the actual jaw of the creature did not move in tandem with the words being spoken and then with the shifting crunches of stone and grit replicating muscles the beast pounced through the air towards Akio's dragon intending to tackle the creature through the opposite wall and out onto the street to prevent it from involving itself too heavily with the battle between their masters. Granular hisses and roars thundered off of the rooftops and windows of surrounding buildings as Mikaboshi's simulacrum of Akio's summoned creature thrashed and tore at it's clone-brother's stone hide.

In the same moment that his dragon struck so too would it's dark master, appearing out of the darkness next to Akio -- the pressure of his spiritual presence reasserting itself in a sudden moment -- streaming tendrils of shadow and gloom with his claws aiming to rob Akio of the weapon that he was carrying. This time however it seemed as if Mikaboshi's attacks were coming faster... or at least more accurately. His time spent in the darkness watching and observing Akio's movements was beginning to prove dangerous as the hunting mind of Mikaboshi thought around not only where Akio was but where he would be based off of the way his opponent had been moving thus far. Failing or succeeding at the disarming swipe, Mikaboshi's assault would not end there as his other hand came up and Akio would feel a sudden tug on his very spirit as Mikaboshi attempted to take a bite out of the former ranger's very essence to restore his own. Even with his limited vision it might be apparent to Akio that while in the darkness the scattered field of detonating mines had taken a reasonable toll on the ancient as his body smoked with charred clothing and flesh in various places.|[legend="[[b][u]OOC Notes[/u][/b]] - [[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYXaWWVeS2U]SCENE BGM[/url]]"]

Mikaboshi - Sand ANBU Sennin (Council NPC)

I actually rolled for success on each action that he made against the Minefield in effect.[/legend][/col]