~~ Continued from here -> https://ninpocho.com/threads/the-devils-work-ii-a-few-moments-more.66818 ~~
The not quite full moon shone brightly down over the great forests of Konoha, the ancient trees causing the moonbeams to streak through the dense leafage. Night creatures squawked, chirped, croaked and sang in the symphony of the witching hour. The Armoured Shinobi moved like a predator, the creatures around him bearing him no notice as he moved silently beneath their leafy world. As the gates of Konoha came into view an unseen smile came over Yong's concealed face, he quickly counted those present at the partially closed gates into the village proper, five visible at the entrance, one openly ANBU wearing a stylised cat mask and the traditional black ANBU robes denoting his rank and four armed Shinobi behind him.
The black clad ANBU noticed Yong's slow approach first though the features of his armour still concealed by distance and shadow, quickly drawing the other four immediately present Shinobi's attention towards the slowly approaching silhouette in the shadows Yong could see the ANBU's muscles tense momentarily beneath his robes before stepping forward, reaching one hand in behind him to signal to the others present with an unspoken signal to be prepared. He then held his other hand forward, palm outwards in the universal sign of 'stop'. The shadowed figure now about 20 feet away moved his hands out by his sides, palms forward in another universally recognised symbolism, this one indicating that the wilder was in fact unarmed with hands apart to hinder traditional handseal usage...
"Halt and Identify yourself!"
The ANBU's voice was strong and confident, doing a good job of hiding the overwhelming sense of impending trouble hidden behind his unfaltering command. Yong responded immediately, the voice modulator incorporated within his mask distorting his voice into a deep tritone, in music theory the pattern was called the devil's interval and it's harmonic was not coincidence.
"No..."
In a blur of supernatural speed Yong sliced time around himself, covering the ground to the ANBU faster than the human eyes could follow, only regaining focus of his Yong as he stopped moving, their masks now only inches apart from one another, Yong's eyes clearly visible behind his mask. The ANBU felt his body seize as if held in place by the will of the monster before him, chakra bound and helpless (master rank Tree Bind genjutsu).
The Armoured Shinobi flickered once more, as one of the Shinobi reached for his headset he felt the impact before he saw it, Yong's armoured knee sinking into his chest with rib shattering force, the headset broadcasting the Shinobi's expulsion of air and blood before the momentary broadcast cut off. Yong flickering again as the badly injured man slumped to the ground gasping for air, the second Shinobi had time to reach for the large blade slung across his back before the Armoured Shinobi appeared in a blur above him, metal guarded shin slamming down in a sharp spinning ark from above into the crook of his shoulder and neck with a sickeningly wet crack. To the third Shinobi's credit she was able to not only draw her weapon but swing it with killer intent, the sharp blade sinking deep into Yong's chest. He looked down at the wound before flickering backwards with a strange vibration that would hurt the mind to observe as the very laws of relativity were broken at the sages will (Temporal Strider - Rewind). The Kunoichi had a moment to notice that the hole in Yong's armour was gone and the recently bloodied blade she still held now reflecting unblemished in the moonlight. Faster than she could react now, Yong had moved to within her guard, his unarmoured hand wrapping around her forearm before twisting with intense speed, the hyper rotation of the limb spiralling through tendons, muscle and bone as it coiled up her arm and violently spun her shoulder from its socket with a muffled pop, the Kunoichi's scream cut short as Yong's armoured shin impacted beneath her sternum bone with enough force to throw her into to slowly responding fourth Shinobi, seemingly much younger than the other three Shinobi and solitary ANBU perhaps he was not ready for such an escalation in violence from what had been a peaceful night only seconds before, only having time to lift both his hands impotently as the propelled Kunoichi slammed him into the wall behind, his head hitting hard against the wall behind him as they both fell unconcious to the ground.
"...Please... stop..."
The words came from the still bound ANBU behind him, unable to turn his genjutsu paralyzed face away from the empty forest in front of him despite the sounds of violence behind him, unable to watch his comrades fall. He had shown significant willpower in being able to speak through the genjutsu that affected his mind, Yong could feel his hold slipping. Raising his right hand without turning to face the frozen ANBU in an esoteric handseal Yong shattered the Genjutsu, the executed ANBU slumped to his knees limply, his head slumping forward against his chest, quickly clouding eyes still staring into the forest in front of his lifeless gaze.
Suddenly the area was bathed in a bright green light as a signal flair whistled loudly into the air above the gates. Yong looked up into the sky as a second and third flair took flight from different positions along the high wall.
Yong chuckled lightly as the flairs seemed to hang in the air above. So there were more Shinobi above, they would perhaps be wise enough to wait for backup before attempting to engage with the obviously dangerous individual. Despite appearances though, all four of the guards around him still lived, for how long was up for debate as each had been badly injured by the blitz attack. No, they would live for now. They were not the prey, they were live bait...
The same could not be said for the quickly cooling ANBU...
All warfare is deception...
[Ooc: 30 minute run time (half time card in inventory)
Four guards unconscious and injured, faceless ANBU dead... Like way dead...
Catch me
]
The not quite full moon shone brightly down over the great forests of Konoha, the ancient trees causing the moonbeams to streak through the dense leafage. Night creatures squawked, chirped, croaked and sang in the symphony of the witching hour. The Armoured Shinobi moved like a predator, the creatures around him bearing him no notice as he moved silently beneath their leafy world. As the gates of Konoha came into view an unseen smile came over Yong's concealed face, he quickly counted those present at the partially closed gates into the village proper, five visible at the entrance, one openly ANBU wearing a stylised cat mask and the traditional black ANBU robes denoting his rank and four armed Shinobi behind him.
The black clad ANBU noticed Yong's slow approach first though the features of his armour still concealed by distance and shadow, quickly drawing the other four immediately present Shinobi's attention towards the slowly approaching silhouette in the shadows Yong could see the ANBU's muscles tense momentarily beneath his robes before stepping forward, reaching one hand in behind him to signal to the others present with an unspoken signal to be prepared. He then held his other hand forward, palm outwards in the universal sign of 'stop'. The shadowed figure now about 20 feet away moved his hands out by his sides, palms forward in another universally recognised symbolism, this one indicating that the wilder was in fact unarmed with hands apart to hinder traditional handseal usage...
"Halt and Identify yourself!"
The ANBU's voice was strong and confident, doing a good job of hiding the overwhelming sense of impending trouble hidden behind his unfaltering command. Yong responded immediately, the voice modulator incorporated within his mask distorting his voice into a deep tritone, in music theory the pattern was called the devil's interval and it's harmonic was not coincidence.
"No..."
In a blur of supernatural speed Yong sliced time around himself, covering the ground to the ANBU faster than the human eyes could follow, only regaining focus of his Yong as he stopped moving, their masks now only inches apart from one another, Yong's eyes clearly visible behind his mask. The ANBU felt his body seize as if held in place by the will of the monster before him, chakra bound and helpless (master rank Tree Bind genjutsu).
The Armoured Shinobi flickered once more, as one of the Shinobi reached for his headset he felt the impact before he saw it, Yong's armoured knee sinking into his chest with rib shattering force, the headset broadcasting the Shinobi's expulsion of air and blood before the momentary broadcast cut off. Yong flickering again as the badly injured man slumped to the ground gasping for air, the second Shinobi had time to reach for the large blade slung across his back before the Armoured Shinobi appeared in a blur above him, metal guarded shin slamming down in a sharp spinning ark from above into the crook of his shoulder and neck with a sickeningly wet crack. To the third Shinobi's credit she was able to not only draw her weapon but swing it with killer intent, the sharp blade sinking deep into Yong's chest. He looked down at the wound before flickering backwards with a strange vibration that would hurt the mind to observe as the very laws of relativity were broken at the sages will (Temporal Strider - Rewind). The Kunoichi had a moment to notice that the hole in Yong's armour was gone and the recently bloodied blade she still held now reflecting unblemished in the moonlight. Faster than she could react now, Yong had moved to within her guard, his unarmoured hand wrapping around her forearm before twisting with intense speed, the hyper rotation of the limb spiralling through tendons, muscle and bone as it coiled up her arm and violently spun her shoulder from its socket with a muffled pop, the Kunoichi's scream cut short as Yong's armoured shin impacted beneath her sternum bone with enough force to throw her into to slowly responding fourth Shinobi, seemingly much younger than the other three Shinobi and solitary ANBU perhaps he was not ready for such an escalation in violence from what had been a peaceful night only seconds before, only having time to lift both his hands impotently as the propelled Kunoichi slammed him into the wall behind, his head hitting hard against the wall behind him as they both fell unconcious to the ground.
"...Please... stop..."
The words came from the still bound ANBU behind him, unable to turn his genjutsu paralyzed face away from the empty forest in front of him despite the sounds of violence behind him, unable to watch his comrades fall. He had shown significant willpower in being able to speak through the genjutsu that affected his mind, Yong could feel his hold slipping. Raising his right hand without turning to face the frozen ANBU in an esoteric handseal Yong shattered the Genjutsu, the executed ANBU slumped to his knees limply, his head slumping forward against his chest, quickly clouding eyes still staring into the forest in front of his lifeless gaze.
Suddenly the area was bathed in a bright green light as a signal flair whistled loudly into the air above the gates. Yong looked up into the sky as a second and third flair took flight from different positions along the high wall.
Yong chuckled lightly as the flairs seemed to hang in the air above. So there were more Shinobi above, they would perhaps be wise enough to wait for backup before attempting to engage with the obviously dangerous individual. Despite appearances though, all four of the guards around him still lived, for how long was up for debate as each had been badly injured by the blitz attack. No, they would live for now. They were not the prey, they were live bait...
The same could not be said for the quickly cooling ANBU...
All warfare is deception...
[Ooc: 30 minute run time (half time card in inventory)
Four guards unconscious and injured, faceless ANBU dead... Like way dead...
Catch me
]
