"I say that the darkness will have at least one more this day." Snarled the darkness around the trio in response to Akio's questions as the deep of the air around them came to life and flung Retribution up into the air and sent it spinning like a pin-wheel only to land several feet away... it's blade stabbed into the ground near the feet of the beast that the Cabal had previously believed to be properly locked away.
Mikaboshi was not here to negotiate or parley like Kuro was. Drawn to the scene of the massacre by the scent of death upon the air, the ANBU Sennin had only destruction on his mind. Penned in a spiritual cage once more, Mikaboshi's pride had been wounded in such a manner that it demanded that he make an example of one of the Cabal agents. Originally his plan had been to leave the village and seek Sousuke but after his detour to the Omni-prime Medical Facility to locate something of Sousuke's in order to track him, Mikaboshi had found his bleeding ego too raw to ignore. He needed to vent the anger he felt towards the indignity thrust upon him by Spider before he pre-occupied himself with another activity. Reaching forward and wrapping his gaunt fingers around the hilt of Retribution, Mikaboshi drew the dark sword in a single flourish which sent wakes of shades trailing behind the blade as it scythed through the air. It resonated with him in a base, primal way. It felt as if he were conversing with a very old friend, one so old that he could barely even remember that they were friends to begin with yet felt pangs of familiarity and intimacy that could not imply anything but a deep and personal relationship.
"This is an excellent sword. I look forward to learning more about it when I peel the memories from your soul as I shred it in my claws." It seemed as if the hooded countenance of Mikaboshi were still observing the blade as he spoke, his voice carrying easily over the distance between himself and the group despite the relatively calm tone and even volume it possessed. Finally turning his "face" to Akio, Mikaboshi flung the sword through the air towards Akio-- whether the would-be ranger caught it or not was of no consequence to the sennin. "If you have not already guessed my identity, I will have you know that I am Mikaboshi and I am not as willing to forgive your transgressions as Kuro has been."
"You have orchestrated my confinement. Murdered a people I gave my word to protect. Potentially harmed the man whom my loyalty is sworn." He explained as he slowly stalked closer to Harpuia and Akio with his arms spread to the sides, darkness congregating around his hands and forming into menacing sets of lethal talons. "You have made the grave mistake of wounding the pride of an Ancient Lord and now you owe me debt that can only be paid for in blood. A debt..."
Mikaboshi's voice trailed off for only a second before spectral wings erupted from his back and his cursed chakra poured forth from his body like a deadly black mass of twisting smoke-like shades that consumed any and all light as they drifted closer to the group. The sennin did not seem to bother with distinguishing between friend and foe with his unleashed anger and despite the fact that Mikaboshi possessed a vastly diminished spiritual presence than ever before, the on-rushing gust of gloom-laden corrupt chakra was certainly enough to harm all but the most hardy of hearts.
"... that will be collected!"
[Put your dukes up, Akio].
Mikaboshi was not here to negotiate or parley like Kuro was. Drawn to the scene of the massacre by the scent of death upon the air, the ANBU Sennin had only destruction on his mind. Penned in a spiritual cage once more, Mikaboshi's pride had been wounded in such a manner that it demanded that he make an example of one of the Cabal agents. Originally his plan had been to leave the village and seek Sousuke but after his detour to the Omni-prime Medical Facility to locate something of Sousuke's in order to track him, Mikaboshi had found his bleeding ego too raw to ignore. He needed to vent the anger he felt towards the indignity thrust upon him by Spider before he pre-occupied himself with another activity. Reaching forward and wrapping his gaunt fingers around the hilt of Retribution, Mikaboshi drew the dark sword in a single flourish which sent wakes of shades trailing behind the blade as it scythed through the air. It resonated with him in a base, primal way. It felt as if he were conversing with a very old friend, one so old that he could barely even remember that they were friends to begin with yet felt pangs of familiarity and intimacy that could not imply anything but a deep and personal relationship.
"This is an excellent sword. I look forward to learning more about it when I peel the memories from your soul as I shred it in my claws." It seemed as if the hooded countenance of Mikaboshi were still observing the blade as he spoke, his voice carrying easily over the distance between himself and the group despite the relatively calm tone and even volume it possessed. Finally turning his "face" to Akio, Mikaboshi flung the sword through the air towards Akio-- whether the would-be ranger caught it or not was of no consequence to the sennin. "If you have not already guessed my identity, I will have you know that I am Mikaboshi and I am not as willing to forgive your transgressions as Kuro has been."
"You have orchestrated my confinement. Murdered a people I gave my word to protect. Potentially harmed the man whom my loyalty is sworn." He explained as he slowly stalked closer to Harpuia and Akio with his arms spread to the sides, darkness congregating around his hands and forming into menacing sets of lethal talons. "You have made the grave mistake of wounding the pride of an Ancient Lord and now you owe me debt that can only be paid for in blood. A debt..."
Mikaboshi's voice trailed off for only a second before spectral wings erupted from his back and his cursed chakra poured forth from his body like a deadly black mass of twisting smoke-like shades that consumed any and all light as they drifted closer to the group. The sennin did not seem to bother with distinguishing between friend and foe with his unleashed anger and despite the fact that Mikaboshi possessed a vastly diminished spiritual presence than ever before, the on-rushing gust of gloom-laden corrupt chakra was certainly enough to harm all but the most hardy of hearts.
"... that will be collected!"
[Put your dukes up, Akio].
