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Dancing on the Dunes; What has everything come to...
Topic Started: Apr 16 2015, 03:25 PM (666 Views)
Rexon
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The wind swirled about the dunes and gently caressed the sand from their peaks, sending it trickling like a stream. This 'River of Sand' as it was known had performed this dance for thousands of years and it had no intention to change its piece. The land of Suna was a desolate and barren land; sparsely populated with the occasional settlement near life-giving water. There were not many of these settlements now, there was no longer much of anything. The winds whistled about sandstone walls launching dust and possessions, long since lost, at the remnants of civilization. A lurch and the kind of shriek that is only heard when man-made creations tear themselves apart, echoed against the hissing wind. A dull thud interrupted the howling as yet another relic of a time gone returned to the sands. As if sated the shrill wind ceased and all fell still, silent and all that was left was the sand trickling down the dunes. The silence was all-pervading, the only sound that could be heard was the gentle motions of the sand singing it's lilting lullaby for a time now lost.

"KUSO!" A fist of sand smashed into the face of a robe-clad figure who was hurtled across the sand. The body slammed into the sand with the force of a fall from the tallest peak in Komogakure. The common noise of a crack followed by an audible wince followed. The figure staggered to their feet, attempting to take the pressure off the broken ribs. A gingerly dust down was all that seemed necessary for the figure to recover. However the mask that covered their face was not so easily replaced; a large crack had formed across the mask from the lips to the right orbital.

If one had been naive, they may have commented on how the wind had grown more brisk. They would have struggled to pull their robe against the wind and a perplexed face would be drawn, if it wasn't for the battering of the sand. The truth of the matter was far more explicable than one would have thought. Simply put, the robed figure was, 'kicking up a storm'.

The sand lurched from left to right as it was controlled with a hand more deft than the wind itself. Darting through the air like a shoal of Moonfish, the sand was sent into a dust storm. The speed of the sand quickened and thus more and more was drawn into the tornado that pirouetted around the robed figure. It circled them with quicker and sharper turns. The spiral grew larger and larger. The wind shrieked and howled, clawing at the ears of any living creature. The tornado enormous in size was akin to a fire; a fire that demanded it be allowed to engulf the figure at its core.

The figure flexed knocking the sand from their clothes and nine newer, larger tornadoes exploded out from the figure. The sand ran riot about him and quickly a crater similar to a meteorite formed, the sand left behind settling in its wake. The figure paced forward, the howling winds tearing at their clothing, the oddly abrasive sand was slicing into their robe. Slithers of material fell from their body as the sand sliced everything it touched. An outstretch of arms caused the tornadoes to roar out in each direction. They danced across the sands, cutting and slashing everything they came into contact with. The truly terrifying thing was the size of the tornadoes; they grew immeasurably.
Edited by Rexon, Apr 23 2015, 01:54 PM.
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From the north east of Suna, a lone, elite ninja wanders through the grassy planes of the Land of Fire on a warn-out path into the Land of Rivers. The fresh and humid air wisps around causing the grass and scarce trees to sway with the invisible force. Step by slow step, the ominous figure indulges in the peace and tranquility that long travels bring; the quiet before the storm. His white and blue trimmed cloak followed the same wind pattern and gave way to his black combat vest and pants. Most of this ninja's face was covered by his all-metal headband, which extended down to his jawbone with the Hidden Leaf Village symbol at the top.

Thankfully, the trip from Konoha has been uneventful thus far; a.k.a no rouge ninja attacks. Even though his guard is down, the sun is starting to set and a hotel is in order. Over the next hill, the Hidden Valleys Village will be the nearest destination to make his stop. By the time he makes his way over the steep hill, and down into the valley, the sun is barely radiating over the hilltop. When he enters the village, the night crowd consisting of gamblers, alcoholics, and cheap dates stare him down thinking of ways to gain his money. Rolling his eyes, he opens the door to the nearest hotel and heads up to the desk.

"I'd like to rent a room for the night, with no disturbances." The room clerk hands him a small brass key numbered "11" on it and nods with a smile. After finding his room, he undresses down to a light tee and bottoms, lays down and pulls out a sealed Konoha scroll and started reading the details of his Suna visit. As a high-ranked diplomat for the hidden leaf, the ninja was sent to negotiate military and peace keeping treaties with the Kazekage and his council. Unsurprisingly, there is a shred of doubt that this meeting will run smoothly. Not because of the Kage, but enemy forces that are always at work. Either way the trip to Suna, the capital of the Land of Wind, is only a day's travel away. If he leaves early enough, he can make it by late afternoon. Following putting the scroll back into his pouch, he drifts to sleep on the mediocre bed.

Time unknown, but before the sun has fully risen, he ascends, redresses and heads out. From here on out, his guard will be up. The boarder between these two countries has been known for heavy activity, especially since the previous Akatsuki hideout is not far north. Once he steps outside of the village, he bolts off with haste toward the border. The air this far south starts to become arid, the ground begins to lose color, moisture and vegetation. The wind is fierce and unforgiving to the skin, eyes and throat. This is a signal that he has reached the Land of Wind. To prepare for the harsh sun and dryness, he pulls over the hood from his cloak to give his face shade from the rays.

Not long after his entrance into the country, he passes multiple caravans of nomads traveling through the sandy countryside. The wind continues to howl and rip through the wide-open desert landscape. This land is comprised of mainly open regions, steep cliffs and nasty sandstorms, all year round. As he makes his way to the edge of a cliff, he halts, glances into the distance and becomes relieved. A short distance away, Suna is seen. Making his way closer to the city's walls, there is odd silence within the air. Usually, Suna is known to be a hardworking and bustling spot for most of the country's affairs. Noticing the "off" atmosphere, high winds and amount of suspended sand coming from the main entrance, he grasps his weapons pouch and proceeds cautiously into the city.

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The state of affairs in the shinobi world were no longer stable. As far as the political powers were concerned, they didn't no who was the major threat; Akatsuki's leaders? Otogakure? The Western front making a rapid rise in the faraway lands? None of that mattered at this point in time. It was business as usual for the shinobi who worked under their respective villages. That's how it would be for Hero at least, who was here to see the Kazekage under the false sense of security that comes with "diplomatic immunity." Such a trivial concept in the ninja, dog-eat-dog lands. His upcoming presence in Suna did not seem to be the main attraction however. In the dunes of Suna, an almost unrealistic event was taking place. At least, it would seem unrealistic to be caused by nature. Such a powerful wind storm would have to cover more space. No, this was a high-level shinobi clash. From the far distance, a lonely figured observed these events. This individual was much too far to appreciate the intricacies of the events unfolding. He had no idea who was fighting. He hadn't the faintest clue why these events were preceding. Of course, given his distance, his presence was detected by neither the Hosami, nor the brawlers. From his cliff top, he continued to survey the melee.

OOC: Sorry old friends, not sure how to get involved in this. Not even sure who my "lonely figure in the distance" would be yet.
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The uncomfortable silence of the city was pierced by the howling of a missile through the barren air. A hard thunk followed and Hero was soon to be all too aware of an impending problem. Splintered in the sandstone wall was an object far more bizarre than anything Hero will have witnessed recently. The gleaming white was not too dissimilar to that of ivory; the reason for this soon to be unveiled to Hero. Once the Konoha nin checked his stride he would bear witness to a reality that should not exist. Stalking the shinobi was a hooded figure whose forearms were crossed within the depths of a black robe. The head within the hood cocked to the side and Hero would feel the eyes of his assailant fall upon him.

A peculiar scent filled the air and was accompanied by a sensation which words could not adequately describe. Between the cloaked feet a soft hissing was heard and a skittering of feet tapped across the sand. A lizard scampered across the sand in Hero's direction and the creature of a few feet seemed to hold hostile intent; before a reaction to the lizard on the floor could occur another lizard leapt down from the walls at Hero. However, this lizard was at least double the size of the distraction on the floor. A hulking reptile easily out-sizing Hero, leapt down with salivating jaws and unnaturally sharp talons targeting eyes and his neck. A snicker could be heard alongside the sound of reptilian tongues slapping against parched lips.

The cliff top that the lone figure had mounted jerked violently; threatening to throw the individual from its peak. The rocks roared as stone sheared and the platform collapsed to the sand below. The remnants fell to the dunes but they were barely audible over the maelstrom of wind and sand. However this inadequacy was short-lived as the broken cliff-face did not remain immobile. Stretches of green and brown rose from the sands below the cliff-face and bored into the weather rock. Twisting and cracking the rocks shuddered, the separate piles twitching in place. Twitching until the first stone rose tentatively from the sands. The viridian and umber tore through the dense stone interlinking until a strong network of tendrils had formed. Once sufficient the first rock began to rock back and forth. A final swing was all it took and the previously inanimate rock seemed very much so alive. The remaining debris soon too was rocking, and the familiar, yet rare, substance lashed into the debris. A guttural groan signalled the awakening of something not seen for some time. The noise struggled against the roaring from afar; the sound of the sand falling from a great height ushered in a foe that would not be easily dispatched.

The lone figure soon faced a hulking behemoth made from stone and whatever else had spawned it. The golem seemed more sentient than one would assume for an earthen based life form. It seemed to display an action similar to the movement of dropping one's head to peruse a curiosity. However, like a child that has grown tired of something novel, one of the large boulders crashed through the air toward the lone figure. In the distance, a cloaked figure watched with a cocked head as the rock golem rose from the sand. One could have sworn that the distant cloaked figure wiggled slightly with amusement as it saw the rocky fist soaring down.

The tornadoes exploded outwards from the figure and began to whirl towards the cloaked figure that had launched the sand attack. Despite the ferocity of the winds their potency was short lived. A formidable wall of sand was drawn across the dunes and the tornadoes could not pass through the fortification. The wall continued to gain strength regardless of the attacks sent towards it as it drew more sand from the dunes. The previously empty scene was now dominated by the colossal wall being battered by tearing winds. A low growl escaped the wind-dancing figure as they saw their attacks rebuffed with such ease. The figure drew in deeper and deeper breaths as the gusts continued. A final breath, proceeded by complex and rapid hand movements, created a sphere with barely defined edges; a sphere that looked as if it contained all the strength and rage of the tornadoes.

The figure dashed towards the wall at a speed that seemed too quick even for the fastest of chakra-infused shinobi. The sphere of wind was now racing with the figure in his hand toward the wall of sand with the most obvious of intents displayed. An intent that was presented as soon as sphere met wall.

"Hey little piggy...time to huff and puff..."

BOOM!!

A crash that sounded more similar to two vehicles careering into each other detonated out from the wall and figure. Sand erupted from the point of impact and the wall on either side of this point began to fall away into nothing. In its place stood the figure, playing the role of the 'Big Bad Wolf', and a larger sphere engulfing him that kept the sand away from him. The figure's bright orange hair was clearly visible now as the battle had torn away his guise from before. The cracked ANBU Mask was now but half of its original and the eyes and face of Enzeru Takai stared at the cloaked figure on the dunes.
Edited by Rexon, Apr 22 2015, 10:52 AM.
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The cacophany under the lone figure's feet was a sight to behold indeed! The initial jerk caused the man to shift his stance just to keep himself from being flung off the cliffside. The crumbling platform alone was a terrific sight, but even more impressive was the fact that these boulders seemed to interlock into place, bound by umber tendrils whose semblance to ligaments and tendons seemed almost too convenient. The individual was under what seemed to be a golem of monstrous proportions. The croaking and creaking under each movement made certain that this being was no push-over. The wind suddenly died as a horrid crashing sound echoed out into the desert valley, catching the lone figure's eye to see what happened. Far away, he could see a massive wall of sand.

?: "Gaara...?"

Still too far away to gauge the situation, the lonely figure falsely assumed Gaara was fighting a wind-based opponent. This wasn't his primary concern anymore though. The figure looked up from cloaked hood to see a primordial fist of mammoth strength swinging down at him. The figure wasn't fazed. With deft movements, he leaped from one rocky plating on the golem's arm to another rocky protrusion near the golem's shoulder. In one swift motion, he whipped his cloak off and flung it at the golem's face; a vain attempt to temporarily blind the golem. He still did not know that the golem was under the control of the hooded figure from a distance. It was ironic really; the hunter suddenly became the hunted by another cloaked figure. Either way, his disguise was lifted and there stood Otogakure no Ijin, the Devil of the Sound. Tenma gripped Hogetsu and swung outward as a massive blue trail of fire fanned out, empowered by the winds high in the sky of Sunagakure no Sato. The flames licked the golem's face and neck, gnawing voraciously at the golem's tendrils that connected his head to his body. Tenma wasn't foolish enough to think that would do the trick through. He followed his assault with an even grander one.

"Doragon-shi tōei-hō (Dragon Limb Projection Technique)!"

It was one of Tenma's stronger techniques, which he learned from studying the tombs and scrolls in the Ryuuguu Library. Out of his right, non-sword-wielding hand, a massive dragon claw extended outward, densely coated in a heavy crimson red and navy blue chakra. Of all the individuals around this madness, only Takai would be able to identify the unusual chakra hue and the massive dragon claw as the Ryuujin's, having seen it once before. Tenma swung the chakra-coated claw at the golem's face. It wouldn't be enough to defeat this behemoth in one go, that much was certain, but the impact from such a technique can and would leave devastating results. The claw would almost magically dispel moments after impact as Tenma had leaped backward, touching down rather rockily on what remained of the actual cliffside.
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Many events were unfolding at once within and around Suna, but in Hero's case there was a direct threat. A cloaked figure stood in close proximity, starring from underneath his hood. The air was filled with a scent that Hero could not place, however, knew it was not native. Down near the ground, a lizard-like creature that appeared spontaneously pushed forward, hissing. This mysterious figure is not showing any obvious signs of controlling the beast nor does he understand what the aroma signifies. Before Hero would react to the threat that was in front of him, another, even bigger lizard, traveled the walls and leaped down with it's sharp talons and teeth ready to attack. Shaking his head left to right in disappointment, Hero bent over, placed his hands on the ground and jumped toward the giant lizard. After completing a string of hand seals, the beast's razor sharp talons ripped through his skull like butter. Surprisingly, no blood was shed from the blow because Hero's body changed, at the molecular level.

Mizu Kawarimi!

His body turned transparent, not just like water, but it was water. The rest of the lizard's body slammed into Hero's watery figure causing it to spray in all directions. As the lizard continued to fall toward the sand, Hero's body pulled together in the air and his form, restored. Mid-air, a black scroll was erected with his left hand from a pouch, tossed and instantly snapped open toward the smaller lizard the cloaked figure.

I will have to ask questions later. My assumptions can not be true....

On his decent, the scroll activated and shot out 20 shurikens towards the lizard and figure. Hero focused some chakra to his right fist, causing an external release that encompassed his fist, cocked it back and put all of his weight toward the larger lizard's skull. This attack, similar to Kage Tsunade's, will contribute a bone shattering force that can easily break through it's skull and destroy the creature's brain.
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OOC: I totally ripped off Rasengan, I'm aware of this, I have no explanation for this beyond....Reasons! *Jazz hands* - Crowd: "ooooh....ahhhh"

Slash! Crack! Smack!

The revolving wind shield protected the ANBU Captain from the worst of the onslaught. Pillars of sand rose up from the dunes and careered toward the orange demolition man. The initial strategy of deploying wave after wave of sand based artillery shells had soon waned and a new plan was formed. Now sharp spears of sand formed a phalanx in front of the cloaked figure and would ride out across the sand on the dunes. The undulations of the desert would cause the 'wave' to crest with a deadly barrage of silicon-based spears. The charging phantom phalanx formed all around Takai and were soon upon him; they also were subsequently displaced as they met the sphere of wind. The sphere of wind exploded beyond it's original confines decimating the sand armaments and the ghosts wielding them. The cloaked figure that had remained motionless had now moved. Retreating several steps back the figure seemed to be analysing the current situation; the scenario had not proceeded as the figure had been assured. The cloaked figure dropped to a knee placing one hand to his temple and the other to the sand. The hand drew signs in the sand that were quickly erased by the onrushing wind from Takai; the sphere at this point held a raging typhoon that tore against its confines.

?????: "*static*....Kyrh...*static*...Ogrer...*static*..."

The cloaked figure rose and allowed the cloak to fall away from them. This act of public nudity gave birth to an image that is only conceivable in imagination. A fleshless, sinewy body was what stood before Takai. This creature, replete with ligaments and muscular tissue, cocked its head and stared at him. The lidless eyes of his opponent provided an even further unsettling feeling; bulging eyes that appeared precariously close to popping out of the sockets they called home. A crusted, yellow tongue licked it's way across what would have been lips, but at this point was simply teeth and sand. Its neck cracked and snapped back into a vertical position. Its eyes drew back into their sockets displaying enlarged blood vessels. Its whole skeleton twisted and snapped in multiple places, but it still remained intact and strong enough to be upright.

?????:"...ooKezan..."

The words were spoken but reverberated inside the sphere Takai occupied. Before he had a chance to process what was occurring, Takai felt the difference in the chakra of his enemy. The flow of chakra was constant and was being drawn from multiple sources. This technique that was being performed was no normal technique, it was also too strong to be powered by the monstrosity matched against him. Hesitation at this point would be fatal. Takai freed the storm about him and the release of pressure forced a shock wave from the epicentre. Dashing ahead, the orange hair was now white, and Takai's eyes had transformed.

...Koori Seitan will not be enough...

The figure was slumped, it's skinless chin resting against the muscle and bone of its breast. Its arms were dangling freely at its sides and as the shock wave met it, it rocked and fell forward to its knees; as if it were praying to some deity. Motionless the figure remained as Takai approach at blistering speed. Zangetsu was unsheathed, the blade sharpened by chakra, there was little time to waste. The figure seemed lifeless, but one sure slice from neck to hip across its body would ensure death.

"Shunpo"

Takai chakra dashed at a speed exceeding that of anything he could achieve with his natural pace; his movement would seem like he had simply appeared in front of his enemy. Zangetsu sliced through the air, air that was crystallising in his presence, on target for the nape of the figure's neck.

What are you?

Zangetsu never met the body of his adversary. Takai didn't have a chance to answer the question. The figure had risen. It had risen with a spectral skeleton, sandy in colour, wielding a Sai in each spectral hand.

Kssssss

Hissing filled the air as the water and ice that had been forming around Takai's body was evaporated nearly instantaneously. A blow from the spectre had launched the ANBU Captain back, lodging him firmly in a sand dune. The heat from the force and the friction from the speed at which he travelled had superheated the area around him. Within the spectral figure, the creature broke what looked like, a smile.

Tenma: "Doragon-shi tōei-hō!"

The cloak that had been flung at the golem was swatted away by tendrils that emanated from the golem. The sudden increase of tendrils was due to the attack from Hogetsu threatening the integrity of the moving monolith. The flames gorged themselves on the bountiful feast of fuel, but this was met by an immediate reply. Countless more tendrils were produced and raced to smother the area of attack. A hulking mass, similar to that of over-reproductive cells, formed on the flames and effectively snuffed them out; although smoke still wafted from the point of attack. The claw was another matter. The rapidly forming wood and vegetation would not stifle a jutsu of this magnitude; the golem took the attack head on.

It was not affected. In fact the behemoth barely even staggered as it continued its lumbering approach towards Tenma. The figure in the distance momentarily stopped, the golem matching these movements; it was only for a second, but the stutter would have been discernible. Although the result of this interruption was not preferable for Tenma or any of those in the surrounding area. Further tendrils formed around the cloaked figure and immediately burrowed into the sand; their destinations were not apparent at first, but it soon became clear. The cliff face that Tenma stood on lurched forward and it too shattered beneath his feet. However the time it took for the rocks to become mobile was significantly shorter. Now in Tenma's path were two rocky combatants sewn together by viridian and umber sinews and ligaments. The newly formed colossus was smaller in stature but far sharper; more a knife than a club. It was obvious from its appearance that it would present a wholly different challenge.

The larger of the two (OOC: We'll say G1), rose its boulder-fist above its 'head' and sent it forward into the sand. The fist barged through the air and had taken on a greenish hue as it travelled. Sand exploded from the impact site and a scene comparable to a tidal wave was born. The sand rose up above G1, clearing the height of the tallest structure in Sunagakure and descended to crash upon Tenma. Meanwhile, G2 had started to sprint toward Tenma. Its body glittered in the sun, each individual piece of shattered stone was strung together by its unnatural 'connective tissues'. G2 had one goal in mind: Reach Tenma, pierce the chest, impale the heart.

The lizard revelled in its successful butchery of the shinobi. Pathetic shinobi, so easy to dispatch...Ha! Humans, taste so much like water. The cool, refreshing taste of water on my...Hang on a --

The lizard's head exploded into a thousand teeny, tiny pieces; the body of the lizard did not fare much better. The fork-tongue figure attacking Hero reacted quickly. A selection of hand seals met the shuriken attack and from the cloak sprung a lounge of lizards. These lizards were smaller in size but just as voracious as their larger counterparts. Their snapping jaws were filled with serrated fangs and an overwhelming urgency to devour overcame the lizards. Launching themselves from the figure's chest the miniature monsters tore through the air toward Hero. That is, until they met the shuriken head on. Each shuriken found its way into a lizard, with a couple taking multiple shurikens. This meant that a handful of the smaller lizards survived the onslaught of their comrades to pursue the bloodthirsty one before them. The larger remaining lizard had launched itself into the air as it came closer to Hero's position readying itself to envenom the Konoha shinobi.

A shuriken struck the lizard between the eyes, tearing through it and impaling one of its smaller compatriots behind it. The body of the lizard dropped from the air like a stone and slammed to the dusty floor in front of Hero. The effect of this? The smaller lizards blood-lust was cut tragically short. The carcass of the lizard landing heavily on top of them crushed them with ease; a sole yelp could be heard followed by a whimper. For a moment the cloaked figure stopped and surveyed the scene, taking in the gravity of the situation. An audible sigh was followed by gentle shaking of the head and then the removal of the cloak that the figure wore. Beneath the fabric was a patchwork of bandages that covered every inch of its body. However, the figure seemed to freeze in place as the cloak fell and static could be heard by Hero due to the proximity of the two. A bandaged hand rose to the side of the figure's head and a response followed.

?????: "......Mmhmmhm!" The bandage made it somewhat difficult to piece together what was said.

The bandages around the figure's body were ripped apart as white protrusions tore through flesh. The figure before Hero was now coated in an ivory suit of armour, that seemed to whistle in the winds of Suna. The body did not appear to be heavier after this augmentation and it would soon be seen if its durability had increased. The figure stared at Hero through sunken eyes that were now more shadows than anything. A step forward was accompanied by the dislodging of whatever coated the body; cracking and tearing produced a whip of the same substance that was coating the figure's body. A crack echoed through the deserted village as the whip lashed through the air at Hero. During the whip attack the figure's chest malformed and spikes were shaped. The spikes caught the sunlight and were indeed beautiful for a moment. When the moment passed the spikes were flying through the air at Hero spinning as they flew. Spines grew on the figure's back, head, arms, legs and feet; the spikes on its feet dug into the ground allowing him to run effortlessly on any surface. There was another lash at Hero with the whip, this one aiming for his face. Before the whip had completed its attack the figure had reached behind its back. Sounds of crushing and crunching again reverberated off the walls and in the figure's hand was a long polearm that was pointed directly at Hero. As the polearm was readied the area it had been taken from rapidly regenerated, removing a potential weakness.

?????: "...............!" The substance covering the body made it difficult for spoken language.
Edited by Rexon, Apr 26 2015, 12:24 AM.
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The volume of events that occurred left Tenma very little time to process, let alone react. Worse than that, what he could process did not seem to make sense. His last attack should have had a strong draining effect on the golem. The fact that it didn't could only mean one thing: this golem was not an organic being. Any sentient creature should have been affected by the Ryuujin's chakra. Tenma wasn't trying to test these golems with his attacks. What reason did he have to do so anyway? He was simply trying to defend himself as effectively as possible. Tenma unwittingly stumbled upon the fact that these creatures were either a defense mechanism that Tenma foolishly triggered without realization... or they were inorganic beings that were controlled by someone else. He could now see that it was indeed Takai fighting in the distance. His orange hair stuck out like a sore thumb. Tenma's first thought was of the cloaked figure that Takai was fighting.

Did Takai's opponent discover me? Is he the source of these abominations?

Tenma incorrectly assumed Takai's opponent was also his now, still unaware of the hidden cloaked figure in the far distance. It didn't matter though. Tenma was now the target of two golems. Tenma bounded off the cliff-face as the second golem sprung to life, far more lively than his first counterpart. This one had sharp, defined features and sprinted rather than lumbered. Unfortunately, it was sprinting directly after Tenma. He had no time to waste. He turned to face the tidal wave of sand, the lesser of the two evils strangely enough.

"Nenshou Ryuusei!"

From Tenma's body, a dome of dark blue fire expanded, rotating viciously. Willing it forward, the meteor of fire hurdled directly into the wave of sand, forcing its way through with tremendous effort. It was a rather marvelous sight. The surrounding sand near enough to the dome immediately crystallized into a thin, glassy cylinder that Tenma's meteor was pile-driving through. As Tenma and his ball of fire burst through the last of the massive sand wave, a terrifyingly beautiful image chased after him. The slender golem slammed into and through the glass cylinder, leaving thousands of shards of glass to fly through the air behind it. Tenma had drastically reduced the distance between himself and the first golem now and with both golems in range, Tenma slammed Nenshou Ryuusei into the larger behemoth's chest. He didn't stop there though. Nenshou Ryuusei was strong, sure, but not nearly enough to harm this golem. Tenma did not have a choice at this point. His chakra flared dangerously as the meteor exploded outward into a huge conflagration of blue fire.

"Su-Pa Shinsei (Supernova)!"

The exploding blaze easily covered the range these golems could travel and then some, but that wasn't the main issue. Tenma was more concerned about these golems' ability to hyper-regenerate their tendrils and ligaments that latched the boulders to their body. Supernova was not an ordinary technique. It had once been his ultimate technique. It would hopefully burn the tendrils faster than they could regenerate. With little doubt, the blast would easily make G2 stumble, if not fly, backwards. It would hopefully catch G1 off balance as well. As he descended toward the now-very-glassy ground, Tenma gathered his thoughts.

I need to target Takai's enemy if I am to actually disable these creatures. Haha, oh gosh, to think I was passing through Wind Country to avoid detection. If- ... who is that...?

As the blast finally dissipated, Tenma caught sight of another cloaked figure high up on the cliff-top. Was he the man controlling the golems?
Edited by Demonicus, Apr 26 2015, 05:33 AM.
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The sand around and in front of Hero was now moist and coagulating from the massive amounts of blood and flesh pieces after the slaughter of lizards. For a second, he thought that he would finally acquire the identity of this mystery intruder. However, the man's body was covered in bandages and his muttered words were incomprehensible. Suddenly, the the figure was encased in a "suit" or skin of ivory-like armor. It was much like Hero's doton armor, but the ivory tore from his own flesh and molded around him. Hero heard of a ninja who could do similar techniques, but made of his own bone; Kimimaro of Oto. If this is such a technique, the speed his attacks will most likely be high. Hero lunged backwards as the whip formed from the ivory shell. The man took a swing and cracked the whip toward Hero. Jumping diagonally backwards, Hero completed a string of hand seals, and slammed his hands into the ground once he landed.

"Doton Kekai! Earth barrier jutsu!"

The ground in front of Hero shook violently in between the walls of the city, creating a rumbling sound that mixed with the cracking sound being emitted from the figure. A semi-thin earth wall shot up, taking most of the projectiles that were released. Each impact created a quick and loud banging sound that echoed into the city. However, the ivory projectiles crumbled most of the earth barrier and when the second whip attach came about, it shattered the doton wall shooting pieces of earth, dirt and rock toward Hero.

Tch... that ivory is misleadingly strong.

In the midst of the debris, visibility of Hero was greatly hindered. Within these few seconds of hiding, Hero pulled out a blue, round marble-like item from his pouch, infused chakra into it and tossed it onto the ground with enough force that it would pass the enemy. This item was known as a water bomb, when the energy releases from it, water is shot out at an immensely high velocity that can rip flesh if in contact with. Hoping this would distract the enemy and send/push him closer, Hero released his sword, Tsuki, from his back and placed it blade down in front of himself, with it's sharp edge toward the figure.
Edited by Hero, Apr 26 2015, 02:01 AM.
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The cloaked figure paused drawing a sharp intake of breath. If close enough, it would have sounded as the figure had been physically wounded. A sharp growl emanated from the cloak and with little hesitation the focus was centred on Tenma again. The ballet of battle on the sands continued on. The glass dome shattered as G2 smashed through its frail frame and a sound like a thousand minuscule mirrors shattering simultaneously. The ever silent golems made no noise as they fought. The ever loyal and seemingly autonomous golems did not stop. When faced with a burning dome of searing flames G2 acted without thought and pursued the target. G1 had remained still after his assistance in the fight. Its body hunkered down ready to prevent the Oto shinobi from fleeing the battle; however, G2's over-exuberance would be fatal. Su-Pa Shinsei was more powerful than had been accounted for and the mosaic golem was flung back by its force. The golem smashed against the sand violently. The golem staggered onto its feet and it seemed to look toward Tenma. Although no facial features, vocalisations or body language to read, an air of shock filled G2. Shock and fear that filled the golem until like the glass dome, it shattered.

?????:"Ahtw!...Nacont!! Liefre..."

The supernova rocked G1 and the golem was forced back through the sand. The accumulating sand around its rocky outcrops brought it to a halt but the flames had not ceased. In fact the flames were coating the golem's body in such a manner that the creature was immolated. The tendrils had stopped writhing as they burned and the joints between the rocks should have been weakened to a point of failure. Instead, G1 had grown larger, its body was clearly on fire but it was of no consequence. The fire danced upon the stone and it almost was as if this gave great pleasure to the golem. Its movements had almost become similar to a slow jig, with dips and bops as it moved. The flames burned for a handful of seconds longer before they began to dissipate. The rock, that would have been the head, looked as if it had partially liquefied as a faint hint of a smile folded over with the molten rock. It was short-lived as the rock lost its malleability and returned to its 'normal' state. The two arms of G1 slapped together and at the end of the arms flames grew and soon swallowed the rocky arms whole. A giant slab of burning stone crashed into the sand and was followed by a shattering crash. The sand had been superheated into glass and smashed into pieces in one motion. The tendrils that had been burning now were more vibrant in colour and more and more green tendrils were wrapping and layering.

?????: "Yuguru Anemt..."

The heavy stone foot of G1 began to stamp the sand compressing it furiously. The stamping transitioned into walking, then running and then a full out sprint. Flaming fists and thousands of tonnes raged toward Tenma. Once close enough a fist was thrown through the air. It burnt the oxygen out of the air as it travelled causing small, brief fires in its wake. The right 'fist' was thrown overhead at Tenma and followed by a left sweeping across to his left. The speed had increased, but it was still slow. The punches were slow but tremendously strong and were not the main assault.

??????:"Mokuton: Shichūrō no Jutsu."

Beneath the sand under Tenma's position the Four-Pillar Prison formed. Strong enough to survive the physical attack from the golem it would cause the attack to bounce off if hit. It would seem that the goal was not to eliminate Tenma, but to capture him.

(OOC: For the lazy: http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Wood_Release:_Four-Pillar_Prison_Technique)

The water bomb hit the figure directly. The body was launched through the air and smashed through several walls of the derelict buildings of Sunagakure. The sound of snapping, dislocating and relocating followed the barrage of crashes from the fighting. The figure stood from the wreckage and again the sound of cracking and snapping filled the air. There had been no damage, skin had been torn from the bone and flesh but it did not matter. This being did not feel pain, it did not comprehend the need to stop due to physical need. It started to run. The figure ran in a straight line at where Hero had once been. It did not move for buildings and debris, the white substance simply strengthened where and when needed. Clouds of dust sporadically filled the air as the being further destroyed the remains of the already ruined village. It stooped down to grab the spear as it travelled and gave an immediate reply to Hero's attack. Wrenching from the top of its spine, and carving a barbed point, the figure hurled the harpoon-esque implement at the wall near Hero. The harpoon was connected to his body by a continual stream of bone vertebrae. It landed on its mark with a definitive crunch. The figure's hands wrapped about the gruesome rope and it threw itself back as hard as possible. The satisfying noise of wall being demolished struck the ghost village and debris was sent at Hero.

The figure darted toward Hero with the vertebrae rope trailing behind and the harpoon lodged in the wreckage of the wall somewhere. The figure let loose two bone kunai with one hand as he ran and with spear in two hands jabbed toward Hero's stomach as he draw close enough. Blood was trickling from wounds on the figure's body, but it swirled in an odd fashion; in a way that was not promising for Hero.
Edited by Rexon, Apr 26 2015, 02:47 AM.
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