The downward kick caught the shinobi square on the top of the skull, shattering his skull. A resounding crack filled the air as it crushed it. Blood gushed from his eyes and he spit blood as the crumpled to the ground, dead. Tomiji instantly jumped back into the dark woods, circling to the side, to come up on the two who had flown a short distance away from the rest.
Tomiji watched as the little ninja with paper wings glided high above him. How long can those little wings carry you I wonder little bird. It would be a shame if you got knocked out of the sky wouldn’t it? Let us hope the big bad monster doesn’t pluck you out of the air. Tomiji faced the tree near where the two were floating and charged up it with great speed. The little paper wings didn’t keep them high in the air and the tree would get him high enough to where he could easily jump over and tear his hands into the ninja made of paper. Even without his Byakugan active again yet, it was an easy target to track, their bodies silhouetted against the midnight moon, casting a great shadow on the ground. As the scaled the tree, he was almost silent, until the very moment he jumped from the top branch with limb shattering force, which echoed through the quiet night air. He almost missed his target, grabbing it by the ankle, quickly weighing down the pair enough to cause them to slam into the ground.
Tomiji quickly rolled to the side, vanishing into the darkness of the trees now that they were all on ground level, his Byakugan active once more. He liked it better when his prey was blind, his to hunt at his own will and pleasure. They had by now taken up a defensive formation, standing back to back, limiting the blind spots they presented to him, but it would be off no use. With a paper thin body, he knew which shinobi would be his first target. Tomiji burst through the trees directly in front of the Origami shinobi, ducking as it shot paper shuriken at him in a vain attempt to slow his rampaging advance, but it would do no good. He slammed an air palm into its chest, blowing a whole into and traveling through straight into the back of the other shinobi, launching him through the air as well. His face impacted with the ground, skidding along the rocks. When he turned to face the Origami shinobi, he would find only a small paper being crumpling in the wind, a massive hole in its chest, with Tomiji no were to be seen.
In reality, Tomiji had used the force of the air palm impacting the other shinobi’s back as a method of propulsion to knock himself back and disappeared once more into the darkness of the woods. He now skirted the edge of the tree line, silently stalking his final target. The ninja however, was not going to be an easy target to beat. He started spinning around in circles, sending fire in almost every direction. Tomiji had no choice but to charge forward and engage him, lest he be burnt to ash by the man’s jutsu. He covered the short distance to where the man stood and aimed a punch at his jaw, missing as the main recoiled backwards. Tomiji felt a powerful knee impact into his chest, but instead of jumping back, grabbed hold of the knee, and drove his elbow downward into the ninja’s femur, cracking it, before Tomiji caught another blow, this time a right hook to the chin that threatened to knock him out cold. He released his hold on the knee and stumbled a few feet of to the side rubbing his chin, before spinning, bringing his knee in a high arc, catching the other ninja in his chin, the force of Tomiji’s heel shattering it. The ninja dropped to his knees, spitting out shattered bits of his teeth, blood pouring down his chin, as Tomiji pulled out a kunai and drove it into his neck, killing the man.
Jiongu:+1 Speed/+2 Strength Origami no Dara:+2 Speed
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Passive: •Shindoryuudan(Paid) Active: •Earth Release:Earth Military Movement x2 (-3) (-3) •Earth Release:Inner Decapitation (-5)
Current Mission
Recover the stolen goods. Mission Progress(Word Count):5,947
Underground was a place that Turpis spent countless hours. Ever since he had learned the Earth Military movement jutsu he had practically lived beneath the dirt during battles and missions and such. The current fight was a prime example of such dependency. While he held the advantage that came with obscurity, there was no doubt in the minds of the bandits in regards to which direction he was likely to come from. While they had a fairer playing field with that knowledge, it did not make their odds of survival any higher. While they knew from which direction he may come from, they knew not the when or the how. Thus uncertainty plagued the bandits as they looked from one another to the ground and back. For a group that plundered and pillaged not a soul was steeled at that very moment. Fear permeated the group, of the unknown, of the known, of the inevitable that was to come of this scenario. Some would turn their minds to thoughts of alternative life choices. How things could have been had they not chosen the life of plunder. Others thought of the families they left in order to seek the riches to give them a life of comfort. Others still merely cursed their lot in life as they stood upon a starless night and waited for the bandaged man to slaughter them all. Bound by occupation alone these men held rank and stood together, facing the inevitable with grim expressions. Deep in their breasts thy knew that the end was upon them. The only choice left was to fight and die well. Such was the way of the bandit. Such was the end for the bandits.
The silence was broken by the sound of displacement. Fabrics ground upon fabric and the air was pushed aside by some large form. The only warning the formation received was a groan from the very man they were providing support to. Turpis had risen from the earth like the undead and had ended the life of the Shokuton user with a bone shattering blow to the chest cavity. The man's suffering was not over by a long shot though. In his death he broke the silence, thus alerting his comrades. Such behavior was simply un conducive for a clean getaway. Instead of allowing him to fly off from the force of the punch, Turpis gripped the fabric of the rogue shinobi's shirt and threw him at the closest archer to the Mizukage. This was the direction in which Turpis followed suit, avoiding the arrows that were certain to follow suit. He could hear the air whistle as metal strapped to wood cut through the air in hot pursuit. The sound was a firm reminder that a false move was likely to get him killed. Speaking of which, it was likely that Tomiji was dealing with similar circumstances. As the Mizukage weaved between arrow after arrow, his mind wandered to the status of his ward. Perhaps it was time to check on the boy. The bandits were methodically ended, their basic archery and lack of real strategy rooted as the reason for their demise. Of course Turpis snapping their necks one by one could also have been the culprit, but y'know. Details.
A thoroughly finished Turpis began his approach to the Chuunin. His stride covered yards with each stride as he seemingly glided over the plains despite his weight. Now that he had a moment to adjust to his surroundings he was encouraged to see that the inner portion of the plan had worked. The dragon justu had successfully wrought havoc within the bandit camp and managed to bathe the entire area in darkness. As he crossed through the bandit camp he came across few survivors of the blast. Some had been deafened, a few unlucky ones had been burned. All that Turpis had come across were granted merciful death as he palmed the crown of their skulls and snapped their necks with a twist of his wrist. There was no sign of Tomiji or the bandit leader amongst the rubble of the camp. Thus Turpis did not stay long amidst the dead. He continued on towards Tomiji's starting area. If he was facing off against shinobi on his own it was possible that he would require assistance. Unknown to the Mizukage, the only one that remained alive and relatively mobile was the fire elemental that remained trapped beneath the tent, pinned beneath a wooden beam. While his flames had done much to lessen the brunt of the explosion, it did not stop the tent from collapsing atop his form. As he lay helpless upon the ground, his only means of release sprinted in the opposite direction to go and kill his comrades.
Turpis caught up to Tomiji within a matter of moments. Much to his satisfaction he managed to witness the killing blow that was dealt by the Chuunin. Truly he had benefitted from his training and it showed in the way that he ended the life of his opponent. It was deliberate and thoughtful. It was the act of a true shinobi. The Mizukage allowed the boy his moment of bloodlust, staying back until the body collapsed under its own weight. When the thud finally did resound, Turpis ran over to Tomiji. At the boy's side, he spoke. "I count two persons of interest dead, including this poor soul. I want you to survey the camp for any more survivors. If you can not find any, start collecting the supplies. We are going to have to haul the merchandise back ourselves." his voice was quiet as he spoke to the Chuunin. If in fact the enemy did remain it was best if the duo did not give away their positions.
Tomiji nodded as the Mizukage spoke to him. He was sad. He had wanted to be the one to put an end to these men. He had wanted to be the one to watch the life drain from their eyes as he ripped it form their dying bodies. He had wanted to be the one to bring them to the gates of hell and toss them in. But it was not to be. His time would come soon, and he would be the one doing the killing, but not this day.
He silently drifted around the camp, searching crates and boxes, looking for the merchandise they were sent to hunt for. He finally found what he was looking for in a back tent, hidden in a corner. He pulled out the crate, tossing it up onto his shoulder as he returned to the Mizukage. "I have found what we were sent here to retrieve, and I can sense no other life here, nor see it with my eyes." Tomiji told the Mizukage, ready to depart for the village.
⓶ Years Later All conversations that were unfinished can be finished in Pm. Please make sure to update your character. heart
Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 10:32 am
xxxxxA lone man made his way down the long road, the soft clack of his sandals, the only noise that could be heard. The man reached his hand up to his mouth, bringing a pipe to his lips. He stopped, and took in a deep breath of the sweet smoke, letting out a puff of smoke, enveloping him in a cloud of sickly sweet air. Once more, he repeated the ritual before turning around, facing towards the end of the road he had just come from. He caught the briefest glimpse of a shadow slip between the trees before vanishing just as quickly as before. And again out of the corner of his eye, he saw it again. He took another long drag off his pipe before dumping out the hot embers and placing the pipe back into a fold of his robe. "You gonna come out and fight me or just keep skulking around?" His stance shifted in an instant. His body dropped lower, his shoulders rose, and his feet spread apart, as he slid into the Mirror Image Stance. If this think in the trees wanted to fight, it was going to have a fight. Veins pulsed around his eyes as his byakugan activated, and he prepared for an attack from any direction. He stayed still like this for several minutes, the only sound and movement came from the rythmic rise and fall of his chest as he took in calm breaths of air. But as long as he waited, nothing came. Slowly, he relaxed his shoulders, and lowered his arms as he stretched them out to either side. Once more he reached into the pockets of his robe, pulling out his long pipe, stuffing it was a pinch of herbs and igniting them, before continuing on his way.
xxxxxIt was the last close enounter he had on that long road. His mind wandered back to a different time when he was still wet behind the ears, going out on his first mission outside the village. The Mizukage at the time had believed him ready for such a challenge, and indeed he had been. He passed by familiar huts along the road, and past a row of unfortunate trees that had fallen victim to him during his training. He thought for a moment about returning to the village he had left all those years ago. No doubt they had a bounty on him by now. Fools thought that putting a bounty on someone would do them much good. He had changed a lot since he had left the village, and the poster barely did him any justice. He stopped next to a small pond, dropping his pack from his shoulders and taking off his sandals. He walked to the edge and dropped his feet in, casually smoking his pipe. It all seemed so peaceful, he thought to himself. The birds flew overhead, and little off to his side, he could hear the sound of two small animals playing in the water. In his youth, he had been so obsessed with power, he never got to enjoy life, and take in all the little things that made it great.
xxxxxHe didn't know quite how long he stayed there like that, just enjoying the sights and sounds of that small pond, but before he knew it, he was watching the sunlight fall behind the tops of the trees. Slowly, he pulled himself from the the water's edge, and made his way back to his pack. it was a small thing, not very big at all. Silently, he went through a motion he had done a dozen times before. From a side pocket appeared a small tarp, and out of another, some rods. From a large pouch on the front appeared a pot and some other utensils, and off the top of the bag, came a bedroll. In minutes, he had pitched a small tent for himself, and had some small amount of food boiling over a fire in his pot. It was going to take a while to cook, so Tomiji leaned his back up against a tree next to his tent, and watching the flames crackle and pop under the metal pot. He brought the pipe to his lips once more, taking in another lung full of the sweet smoke.
xxxxxAfter a time, the food disappeared, shoveled down in great, heaping sized helpings till only a thin layer lined the pot. All the utensils found their way to the water and were skillfully cleaned before disappearing back into the backpack with the rest of the gear, as Tomiji set out for his next destination.
Jounin: Corundum - Hardness Bones Dance of the Larch Passive Karamatsu no Mai is a form of Taijutsu developed by Kimimaro to take advantage of his cursed seal and bloodline ability. It is the third of five dance forms. After activating the level one cursed seal form, Kimimaro will begin to extend multiple bones from his body. Both from his rib cage and his radius and ulna. Because they are hard as steel (and can be as hard as hyper diamond at Kage), these bones can act as a strong defensive mechanism against incoming strikes. Due to this they will also serve as an offensive attack to allow Kimimaro to move with little effort to impale his opponent.
Dance of the Willows Passive It is the first of five dance forms. Using the ability to manipulate their bone structure, the clan member will grow and extend a forearm bone through the palm of their hand to form a stabbing instrument. Using fluid and precise movements, they will then impale opponents.
Aydan didn't even know where to start for his mission. Simply telling him to find a rouge ninja on the road was like asking him to find a tree in the forest. The only thing he had to go on was that she had a Kekkai Genkai, so he focused on tracking that with his senses. He started off down the road at a brisk pace, scanning everywhere he went before he finally felt a chakra source emanating from a small grouping of trees directly in front of him. He stopped before yelling out for whoever was inside to come out. "Listen, I know someone is in there, so just come out."
Kirigakure Chuunin - Heiland - Joukai Speed: 6 - Strength: 4 Techniques in Use
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• No handseals for all BL techniques; however they require a full body motion such as a wave of the palm, a kick, a leap, a punch, etc • Psycho Shift The ability to apply force to an object is something that you can say is manipulated by the user's mind. However, you can also say that they sort of set an auto-pilot for what should be dealt with and what shouldn't. Psycho Shift allows them to feel tremors of force through the air, and judges the type of attack approaching the Heiland. They can then choose for their Psycho Shift to protect them from certain types of attacks, essentially a sentient ability to protect themselves from harm. It's called "Psycho Shift" because it can constantly change its preferences throughout the battle, based on the user's will. It will project techniques to defend the Heiland and attack enemies. This ability can also ignore certain attacks even if they fall into the user's 'preferences' if the user mentally deems that they can deal with said attacks on their own. This technique is used solely defensively, but the ability to sense force is still useful for the user. Regular rules to using these techniques apply; the full movements for bloodline jutsu, chakra costs, etc. • Dragon's Blood Being related to the Divine Beasts, the Heiland are draconian in their own right. Many of them actually develop the traits of a Divine Beast. This ability in particular allows for Heiland bloodline users to perceive natural energy due to their connection with the spiritual and animal forces. It is a long-range perception that can judge incoming masses of chakra and can also project their energy through these channelways, allowing them to send techniques across long expanses to attack enemies from afar. This is an ability mostly good for assassination. This cannot be used to detect genjutsu, but it can tell that a technique is being used. It also cannot release you from genjutsu. • Joukai can manipulate techniques they've used. For example, if you shoot a beam of light, you can change its trajectory/path. If you shoot a ball of light, you can move it manually. At lower ranks, you must use your palm to manipulate the trajectory. Once you reach Jounin, you can do it with your mind, almost like telekinesis. Also, all light techniques can be focused; for example, a large and wide explosion of light can instead be decreased in size but increased in precision and heat. Essentially, you'd be turning it into a more accurate death ray. • Every seven posts, you can phase out into light. This is essentially a very short (two second long) ability that lets you turn into light every so often. It doesn't cost any chakra. You can travel a distance of up to twenty feet while phased.
Black Fire Lord
Yeah, wanna hurry up and do this mission.
Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 3:43 pm
Black Fire Lord
Eh, gonna act like the post above never happened since I'm not gonna wait for an NPC that will never appear. Plus, I actually wanna RP with someone.
A boy walked calmly throughout the halls of the desiccated church as the men in robes followed after in order to begin what would be seen as an odd ceremony. The boy's snow and sleet-draped hair seemed to shine in the remaining sunlight as he entered the sanctuary, hearing the gentle humming of the men in robes. Their hoods kept their faces well hidden as the boy moved onward and glanced as a few heads turned. He neared the minister as his old and wrinkled jaw lowered at the sight of the boy, his ancient fingers racing against his chin as he analyzed the young one. “Look to me boy...as I am the only thing that keeps you safe within this world,” he uttered as the boy raised his head to meet the gaze of the elderly minister, “what is your name child?” The boy hesitated, yet something in him made him whisper his name reluctantly, “Jin. Jin Shouten.” Short. Simple. Straight to the point, the minister actually showed a smile to him. “Fear not, wayward child, our madame of the sun smiles greatly upon you this day. Her radiance and love is for everyone.” Immediately, Jin paused and glanced up to the minister who had now placed a hand upon his shoulder. The child's insecurities would work for the minister's benefits, mainly because there was something that he wanted. That he craved, and it was a good thing that he wasn't catholic. “Even me?” he asked as he felt surprised that the sun goddess would even deal with someone like him.
“Yes, even you, my boy,” the blinds opened and reveal a window, this window bared the image of their goddess. Amaterasu. She stood there, holding those of the broken and damaged children against her bosom with the light dancing against her flowing hair like it was alive. Jin only smiled as he felt as if she was holding him, cradling him and saving him from the troubles his life had brought him. The minister almost felt as if he had gained Jin's trust completely, but there was something missing, “tell me, little one,” he said as the robed men moved closer to him, “why did you come here?” He was abrasive at first, afraid to explain his predicament to them, but also needed to explain it in a way that they'd understand. “I-I'm being followed...” he lowered his eyes to the floor, a primitive reason to come to the church, but he thought that maybe they could help him. “When you say that you're being followed...do you mean by demons?” the man whispers as the boy says and does nothing in response. This gives way to the robed men backing away in disgust and shock, chanting in old ancient tongues. “IT MUST BE DEMONS! YOUR INNOCENT FACE SAYS IT ALL! OH GREAT GODDESS! WHY TORTURE THIS INNOCENT SOUL! DO OUR LIVES MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!” the minister shouted to the broken rooftops, hands raised in rage with conflicting sadness.
Jin flinched to this, unaware of the sincerity of the minister, mainly because he didn't know what he meant by that. Was he saying that Amaterasu, their goddess, was torturing him with what he had? Before an answer could come, the minister calmed himself and moved closer to Jin. “The only way we can expel this creature is to exorcise it!” he yelled out. “No wait...you don't understand sir...!” he whispered, yet the minister continued, shouting for the men to come closer and apprehend Jin. The minister revealed a jewel-encrusted dagger underneath his robe, brandishing it. Jin wasn't afraid...he was confused. Jin was trying to tell them what was going on with him, but they immediately jumped to the conclusion that the monster was even able to be exercised. The boy was held down as the knife rose overhead to give a decent shine and shimmer. But just before the minister could carve into the boy in an attempt to exorcise him, he dropped the dagger. His eyes rolled to the back of his head yet his body still remained in the stabbing position. Jin then said, “I told you. I was being followed by a monster, but who ever said it was a demon?” The sunlight of the once peaceful church turned into moonlight, fuel for the boy as he pulled away and stood. “Yes, your lives mean nothing to the goddess of the sun, because she doesn't exist. If she did care, then I wouldn't be here,” from there, the minister collapsed, no blood, no mess. “This monster has been by my side since I had turned eleven. He is not a demon. I at least thought the wretched sow of a goddess would give you some ounce of perception. Guess I was wrong.” He folds his arms and glances back to the full moon behind him, “he is an angel. And you're not worthy to hear his name, let alone continue to live.” It surprised the men, shocked them to their very core. A single tendril of shadow slid upward and against the boy's hand, the tendril then grew forth its own hand. “I hope you guys don't hate me for doing this, then again, you guys did try to kill me,” he uttered as the shadows lunged forward and proceeded to dice all of them to bits. Jin watched intently to see what they would do in this circumstance. They all died. Horribly. It was a shame really, but at least they stuck to their guns till the end, even if it was a bittersweet one. Jin stepped out of the church and heard nothing but silence for awhile as he moved to the Hidden Mist Village. “That was a-ma-zing, Jin! They deserved it, but I feel that the minister got off too easily,” he heard his praises. Saemus's energy just seemed to trigger something in Jin when he thought of a new plan to do something...”fun.” Jin only sighed, “a darn shame, I don't think the knife stab would've done anything to me. It would've only probably pissed you off,” if Acaeon could nod with Jin seeing, he would. Jin only continued down the road, “so, where to next in Mist? Atahka Demnonovhatix? The Springs?” he asked as he kept moving down the road and into the gates. He thought about it, "how about the Kirikage's Office? We need to pay the old bat a visit." As they continued to move onward, the moon traveled with them like the hands on a clock, never ceasing.
. . .
With one hardened boot to the door, Jin let himself in with authority, or at least, very little authority as the door came swinging back to hit him. It did. Hard. Almost chipped off a tooth even. "Goddammit! Mind telling me when doors come back for round two, Act!" the boy twitched his eyebrow with the angel repeating the same action, "first of all, don't call me that! Second, its not my fault that doors are attracted to your face! Try not to get the doors acquainted with your foot next time!" The boy groaned in annoyance as he looked to see the Mizukage, a rather old man was a scraggly beard, "what the hell happened to the REAL Mizukage? Did she she get, y'know --" he gulped as he thought about it, "-- offed." The old man sighed as he huffed out a medium-sized plume of smoke in the boy's face, "I'm afraid not, she's out on a diplomatic mission." That disappointed Jin as he threw his head back and groaned annoyingly, "UUUUUUUGH! When will she be back?!" he huffed as the old man described that she would be out for a whole week, which made him groan again. "BUT! I do have a mission that she wanted me to give you!" he said as he pulled out the scroll. Before Jin could grab the scroll, Saemus took hold of the scroll with a tendril of shadow and opened it up for them to read, "OOH! What is it?!" Jin only shook his head yet read the scroll anyway, hard to believe that these two just recently took down a church of sun goddess worshipers huh? Saemus read it aloud..well...to himself and Jin anyways, "Jin, I need you to go to the Wind country and take care of a small bandit problem for the Raikage. This will better help our relations with the Hidden Mist Village, you're the only one I know whose willing to get their hands dirty --" Jin then thought about that and before saying anything, there was more, "-- who is available too!""Ohhhhhhhhh!" Jin said with a grin. He read the mission specs and also details of the payment. The more they read the specs of the mission, the more Saemus was getting excited about heading down there and tasting some action. Warm buttery action. Jin didn't say "thank you", he didn't ask for the kage to "wish them luck", he didn't even ask for the directions. Apparently he believed in the method of wandering to get to the location, which was just as fun as knowing about the location and heading there directly. The ninja made a movement and he said, "you love me inside theeeeeeere~!" and Saemus said, "have you been high todaaaaaaaaay?" Jin replied with, "I love you inside meeeeeeeee~!" and so it was. A perfect day indeed. They went off to the mission with an echo of "oooooOOOOOOOOOOooOOOoooooOOooooOOOoooo"s following after.
. . .
"He's in the Mist," she points inside of the darkened Mist, "go get 'im!" Se looked over to the location that Homura spoke of, but it wasn't something important. "Samael, Chokin, Homura, all three of you won't be able to be sneaky or silent, I can already tell, so, instead of dealing with stealth, try a more direct approach and see if that works, if all three of you take the rogue on, he probably won't be able to handle it and lose outright, but then again, watch out for traps of any kind, rogues are crafty ones. I'm going to develop a barrier of darkness around the area so that he can't leave, if he leaves, the mission is considered a failure."
Jin moved in the opposite direction of his team, setting the perimeter so that there was no escape for the rogue, surrounding the area with darkness and creating a large barrier around the area. "Done." She then heard the wicked laugh of a presence that was beginning to linger over his shoulder, a chill down his spine, and a sudden shiver to come from the Genin, he looked back and saw nothing. But it felt so real.
As Homura predicted, there was interaction with the target(s) in question at exactly 45 seconds from their point of departure, but, sensing it all wasn't enough, she'd need to react. For instance, just as she got within the point of confrontation, she would land on a single branch and THAT would activate a hidden trap, the branch she now stood on would unravel the fake paper covering and reveal it to be a branch covered in paper tags, all which went off at once...in rapid succession. Samael, as she ran in and yelled at the top of her lungs, would fall pray to a pitfall trap about 12 ft. from the entrance point, Chokin would follow suit and reach a trip wire, if he activated the trap, a large array of shuriken and kunai would fall from a timed-release-weapon-summoning-scroll, all falling at thrown speed.
Homura's attacking rogue backed up and charged blackened Wind, concentrating it to his fingers and releasing multiple shots from his fingertips, aimed for the wolf, "Ranton: Laser Circus!" The shots would leave holes in the wolf. Homura's attacking rogue backed up and charged blackened Wind, concentrating it to his fingers and releasing multiple shots from his fingertips, aimed for the wolf, "Ranton: Laser Circus!" The shots would leave holes in the wolf.
The pitfall rogue climbed his way back up and made it to the top again, noticing that Samael and Homura had their backs turned from the pitfall, he rose the blade high with his acid dripping off of the edge, he was going to kill them. Suddenly, a loud bang would've been heard and the rogue would take two steps back, gasp as blood escaped from his skull and fall back and into the pitfall. "U-ugh...." He fell in with blood tracing the bottom edge of the pitfall. Who did this? Who protected Jin's students? It was none other than Jin himself, she had ran by and caught the two, "You two okay?!"
Chokin's attacking rogue and his pet jumped back, skidding again the ground. The rogue revealed hook swords and the pet took to the tree branches. The rogue rushed forward and hooked underneath Marco's left ankle, pulling him and tripping him up, the pet would then dive down and onto Marco with a tunneling fang.
The Ranton user backed up and stared at the Wolf in complete fear, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't even speak. He was enveloped, engulfed in the madness, like it was choking him and taking about 80% of his oxygen. He was doomed and he knew it. He wasn't going to give the wolf the satisfaction of taking his life, he took the kunai knife that he was holding and started digging into his neck with the kunai, stabbing deeper and deeper everytime he pulled out. The blood sprayed to one side and his choking and broken screams were heard louder than anything else. After the 24th stab, the Ranton user fell over and died in the pool of his own blood.
Jin moved over to her squad, "are you all okay? I'm so sorry, all of you got hurt because of me..." she knew full well that it was her fault, that she had screwed up and hurt them. Then, rustling in the tree tops could be heard as a final rogue dropped down and rushed at Homura with a chakra-enhanced Kunai, knowing that she was the culprit for all of this, being able to sense something darker within her person. Her hand was caught by Jin gladly took the wound to the stomach to save his shinobi. Her eyes were locked with the rogue and his malice and killer intent was more evident, Jashin whispered in her ear, cooing words of pure sin into his very core, corrupting her brain and changing her thought process. The worst part is, she didn't know that it was really happening, she thought it was just the darker part of her inner conscience, and she was listening intently to it.
The rogue pulled back and jumped a few feet to get some distance, to get some space to save himself from Jin. Jin stood behind the shinobi, holding her head within her palm as the body and the head enjoyed a very satisfying separation. The blood sprayed everywhere and the eyes of the rogue blinked once more before he ceased living, knowing that the head can move for a couple more seconds after decapitation. Jin turned back to them, her eyes cold and unfeeling as she dropped the head and pushed the body over with a light nudge. The speed she used to reach the rogue and cleave his head off without sound was immense, so immense that none of her students would see her movements to the rogue, but instead, would see a flash of him disappearing and then reappearing.
Jin struggled to regain her sanity, dropping the decapitated head and trying to wipe it off of her clothing, creating smudges and permanent spots. She had to relax, she had calm down...no, she couldn't, the dark manifestation was whispering sweet nothing's into his ear, trying to bring him to a state of malice and insanity once again. Jin's body was twitching, like as if she was having some sort of withdrawal but that was far from it, he was receiving too much influence as he almost felt choked by it. Jin struggled and pulled herself free with all of her might and clasped her hands together, causing the dark manifestation to screech and whine in complete agony, as if it was being ripped out of Jin's very being with a pair of gigantic tweezers.
Jin didn't know what to do after that, nor did she know of what to say, Jin was at a loss of words and the sense of life and death had become a worthless concept to him now, her teammates were probably broken and disorientated and The Crew was probably listening to some more Michael Bolton in the background with Homura, not caring as they relived their favorite song as it was in Disney's Hercules, their favorite movie. Jin went over to Samael and led her back to the group, comforting her all the way with a gentle hug, her body was cold, shivering, and even Samael could see this evident in Jin's eyes, her terrified eyes, not just of herself, but her team too. "We're leaving," and with that, Jin moved all of them home to Kiri, more specifically, the Training Grounds.
