((ooc: ehem...what the good captain is trying to say is that please treat the cultists as if they are rpcs, meaning no auto hitting, or any other god modding variant of the sorts. please remember that their is a max of 2 offensive technqiue activations a post as well. good day!))
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29!
Retribution...this is not my goal. No, I care not for soaking the world in violence. There has been enough of that.
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Heathens? Servants? Samuru felt it coming, almost couldn't stop it then didn't try to stop it. His laughter burst out of him in a rich ringing tone that carried over the gate Seriously?! We've got crack pots now? he dodged some of the flaming bottles and kept moving forward, glancing up at Jae still above "JAE! Can you put these out and then give the idiots a thorough dousing." pushing chakra into his feet, he sprinted up the wall and jumped over, his tonfa in hand. He didn't aim for the ground though...no, he aimed to land on a cultist. And land he did, one foot coming down on the shoulder and the other breaking the nose as the man hit the ground. Samuru rolled and came up with his tonfa ready as he spun, his left tonfa cracking a skull while his right displaced the the stomach of another and left the man vomiting on the ground. From there, he was a whirl wind, cracking and dodging, taking a punch every now and then before returning it with a kick to the stomach or a tonfa in the face. One tonfa was grabbed as it flew and Samuru was yanked backwards off his feet, landing on his back. Abandoning the tonfa to avoid getting his head crushed, he slid under the cultist using his feet and grabbed the man's ankles. Using the intense muscles in his upper arms, he lifted his body off the ground with a kick <******** off!" his feet snapped around the neck and he pulled, dragging the cultist to the ground. They scuffled, Samuru attempting to get the upper hand, the cultist attempting to get a hand around his throat until Samuru found his discarded tonfa. A swift bash to the throat threw the opponent off and Samuru stood, kicking him in the head once and then twice for good measure. Samuru took a second to breath before another cultist was on him.
((OoC: Do we have a number for the cultists, sirs? I guestimated that each of us could engage 50 at one time and Samuru got 29 ;3 If we do 50 for each person, that's a good...250 cultists. A decent number. If we do 100 each with 50 to go through at a time, it'll be 500. Not bad?))
Yo-ko
Azeiel The Fallen
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I seek only that which was taken from me...not for myself but to prevent it from being taken from others. No more broken families. I will keep the peace for the childhood that never was and the child that did not survive. I will not weep for the world that will not see. I will change it even if blood stains my hands.
With that the fog was lifted, Jae thrusting her fist in the air once in joy. Turning to look at Karu Jae opened her mouth to partake in some celebratory words but stopped short when she noticed the large owl looking off toward what was left of the depleted forest surrounding the gates of Konoha. One, two, five, twenty....she started losing count as people emerged from the now dead forest. The tiny hairs at the back of her neck stood on end. Enemies.... There was no doubt in her mind. As they began to spout their nonsense and barrage the gates and destroyed villages with fire, Jae made a move to fly straight down and join the others but was halted by Karu. The huge owl stretched out his wing, blocking her path and line of sight. "How do you know these are not people of Konoha, brainwashed. Do you recall the ANBU in whom you met in the bunker?" Jae, in the middle of opening her mouth to protest, slowly closed her mouth. She struggled with wanting to prove Karu wrong but saw the wisdom in his words. Sensing her rationalization of the situation, he retracted his wing and lazily hovered where he was.
From up here they could see the battle field, every detail, and they could see the looming threat of the demon nine tails further out in the distance. Jae itched to try her luck there, she was strong enough to do it, but knew her body wasn't as willing as she would have liked it to be. "I'm putting out the fires and then i'm knocking out as many as I can...Happy?" She muttered, angling her body slightly and dropping down to meet her comrades. Samuru's words and laughter did not go unnoticed by the Kunoichi. She was slightly startled that he was enjoying himself in all of this. He mowed through his opponents, striking to kill in some cases, without pause. Karu had reverted to his thirteen foot form, staying above the wall and out of enemy reaches and surprise attacks. Standing on the edge of the wall that had been created by one of their allies, Jae moved through her hand signals. She had to get the fire out all at once.
Upon activating her chakra water pooled in great amount behind and around her and surged forward and upward as it gained momentum and speed. She sent her water crashing down on the clearing from her high vantage point, dousing the worst of the flames created by the cocktail concoction. The remaining water would rush through the clearing, or small sections of it, with enough strength to send people caught in it's currents flying back off their feet. From her vantage point, Jae continued to watch Samuru's brutality. If Karu was right and these were citizens, missing citizens, Samuru was killing potential innocents. "Samuru!" She cried out, trying to draw him back into his proper sense of self and not this loose cannon maniac. Karu came in beside Jae, hovering over the playing field and playing as her support. With the beating of his strong wings he activated his own chakra and unleashed a harrowing wind down on a large section of foes. The wind was powerful enough to rip through trees and dismantle B ranked ninjutsu, it would suffice to say that these people would have nothing to grab onto and no defenses against such winds. Seeing an opening to land, Jae moved to touch down on the ground but was halted by Karu once again. "You are not a close combat fighter and you are still injured. Anukha did not heal you to perfection. One good hit and your ribs will break." Fear was not what kept her from remaining where she was, it was the potential weakness she would provide them all if she were to get caught up in a mess. She just had to keep off the ground and out of reach? Easy enough....Going through hand signals she summoned her wind dragon. The large beast answered her call. Targeting the mass of people it headed down to meet them, jaws opened wide. Launching three consecutive blasts of Wind explosion balls, the mass would be scattered, battered and injured.
[ ooc : I am using a summons. If we do use the number system then it would be two times that number since Karu can fight independently from Jae. ]
Karu Chakra and Stamina : 1365 / 1210
Technique still in effect: Tandokuhikou [ Solo Flight ] Rank : A [4/10]
Technique Used : Great Cutting Whirlwind Rank : B
Jae Chakra and Stamina : 770 / 215
Technique Used : Grand Waterfall Rank A
Technique Used : Wind Dragon Technique Rank : C
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astrasinthewild generated a random number between
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18!
Retribution...this is not my goal. No, I care not for soaking the world in violence. There has been enough of that.
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"A little busy, Jae!" Samuru snapped as he heard her call his name, struggling to remove the cultist that was currently trying to strangle him. He stepped forward and let himself fall, dragging the enemy with him so they fell in a tangle Damn it! he now had twice his own weight on him and still they had his throat! Fumbling, Samuru found the pressure point over the man's kidney and dug his fingers into it "AAA-AAAH!" the cultist screamed and finally released Samuru's throat long enough for Samuru to punch him in the throat. Choking and falling back, the cultist fought to get his breath back as Samuru dragged himself out from under him. Doing the same, Samuru turned his attention to Jae who was down on the ground finally. There were several dozen men between him and her and as Samuru stood, the cultist from before had gathered enough air to lung at his ankles "-!" baring his teeth, Samuru pulled his leg free viciously and punched the man. Somewhere along the way he'd lost his tonfas which left him his knives and nunchaku. Unaware of Jae's assuming notions that he was killing these people, Samuru had yet to spill any real blood. Yes, a bloody nose here and there and a hairline cut for some who got to close but mostly these people were out cold from bruises and being thoroughly rattled about in the head. How long had it been since the talk in Jae's apartment? Not long enough for Samuru to forget, that was for sure "Crap on a stick..." he muttered as more enemy started to swarm at him. Reaching back, he drew out his nunchaku and held them firmly before him, taking a deep breath. Whatever Jae had to say would have to wait.
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I seek only that which was taken from me...not for myself but to prevent it from being taken from others. No more broken families. I will keep the peace for the childhood that never was and the child that did not survive. I will not weep for the world that will not see. I will change it even if blood stains my hands.
Masaru would watch his fellow shinobi make their moves on the army of cultists however he felt he would need something more if he were to be more effective. Then again, he should of just demolished the cultists hopes with his attack. Nonetheless, the Uchiha thought back on a specific jutsu that was great at helping with training for when dispersed it relayed all info back to the creator. Of course this was the Shadow Clone technique. Bringing his hands to form the tiger seal, the Uchiha would surge his chakra throughout his body, concentrating. In a quick expulsion there would be a small puff of smoke beside the male as a mirror image of him appeared within, staring down at his creator, waiting it's orders. With a small murmur of words, the clone would nod before vanishing from the area, heading to the academy to learn a few things. --Shadow Clone exit || Shadow Clone learned--
As the cultists were felled in their masses only the ones with horribly grievous wounds stayed down. The ones with the gashes and broken bones picked themselves up screaming their battle cry once more attempting to overwhelm the shinobi at the gates. In the distance small flames began to light as the small number of flames continued to grow en mass before the cultists once more screamed their battle cries before launching dozens of cocktails at the wall and those upon it attempting to create a whole in the defenses. Back down on the ground the leader whose robes were outlined with bright orange trim covered in orange symbols began to laugh. One of the shinobi was wounded and cut off from the others. He called out to the cultists," TAKE HIM I WANT HIM ALIVE, KILL HIM IF THE OTHERS RESIST." The cultists surged towards him. Some fell to the mans nunchuku while others simply went for the capture jumping onto him. Once they had the man pined they began draggin him back to the lines of the cultists far from the reach of the shinobi upon the walls. All the while as they drug him farther away they continued to pound on his body with makeshift maces and thick sticks.
Retribution...this is not my goal. No, I care not for soaking the world in violence. There has been enough of that.
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Samuru turned as a mob of the cultists were suddenly on him What the h-! he took a blow to the face and then got angry, fighting back as they grabbed at him "The hell?!" he shouted angrily as he was dragged down, his nunchaku ripped from his hands. He grabbed at a face but a mace hit his stomach and he gasped What the hell! he continued to fight but it was like fighting a machine. Every time he punched one, two more came in with their sticks and their maces. Within a few minutes, he was bloodied and his body didn't seem to listen to him anymore s**t! Seriously? He was being abducted by the crackpots? How freaking lame was that...."damn lame...!" his hands arched back and found the eyes of the one who had the best grip on him. Crushing his thumbs into the man's eyes, he fought with the last of his energy to blind him. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. The last thing he saw was a mace coming straight for his head and then he blacked out. Limp in their grip, Samuru made no more attempts to get free, his eyes closed as blood welled from the cut above his eye.
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I seek only that which was taken from me...not for myself but to prevent it from being taken from others. No more broken families. I will keep the peace for the childhood that never was and the child that did not survive. I will not weep for the world that will not see. I will change it even if blood stains my hands.
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41!
『XXXXXAfter he finished his slaughter of the few cultists that had approached him Kansuke spun around, hearing the sound of a males angry shout. Seeing the one named Samuru being knocked unconscious Kansuke couldn't help but groan in annoyance, rather upset at the fact that now he'd have to do extra work. Sheathing his bloodied Katana the Uchiha shot forward in a burst of speed, the earth exploding under the force of his muscles pushing off it. The instant he reached near the cultists holding the man he gripping the hilt of his Katana, dissapearing in a blur of speed. Though he'd briefly re-appear with a bisection or dismemberment here and there. Should all his attacks connect properly he'd appear behind the cultists, slowly sheathing his Katana. The moment the hilt would come in contact with the metal and cause the loud clink the cultists would explode, the accumulated slashes happening as he did so.
XXXXXKnowing that alone wouldn't take them down he re-sheathed the Katana, settling into his Iaido stance before shooting forward to do a wide horizontal slash, one strong enough to easily slice most of the men in half at the waist should it actually hit them. He'd follow this move up with a spinning flourish, delivering a backwards kick to the one closest to Samuru. One that would crush the mans mask and most likely break or at least bruise his nose if it hit him full on. With that done he'd shoot forward, scooping the male up easily within his arms before taking off towards the nearest ally he had seen, this one being Jae if he remembered the woman's name properly, though knowing his memory he wasn't correct in that aspect. 』™
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"As long as there is love..there will be hate."
Village: Konohagakure Rank: Jounin First Class: Bukijutsu Second Class: Genjutsu Age: 21
✘ Itto-Ryu Iai: Shishi Sonson [ One Sword Style Draw and Resheath Technique: Lion's Song ] Rank: D :: Simple Description: Placing the sheathed sword upright and listening to the "breath" of his opponent, the attack rapidly unsheathes, attacks, and sheaths the sword.
✘ Iaidō Simple :: Rank E - B-ranked due to being stage four. With a single unhindered and swift motion, a true samurai can unsheathe his weapon and strike at the exact same time. This can provide an elegant, yet effective way to catch your opponent off guard, or as a means to interrupt handsigns. Note that this ability only shows true effectiveness upon the drawing of a weapon from its sheathe. Losing some of its element of surprise after being used once and then resheathed. ( This attack's rank mimics whatever stage of Tetsu no Ryu you are in. For example, if you are in Stage 5, this technique is considered rank A. )
Passive Skills ✘ Ittoryu [ One-sword School ] Rank: E :: Sword Style Description: The beginning step in the Power of the Cursed Three, one must master the basics before going on. Gives the user the basic tools needed to become proficent in the unique style of the Cursed Three.
✘ Nitoryu [ Two-Sword School ] Rank: B :: Sword Style Description: The user goes on to practice several basic forms as well as attacks using dual-swords, though they can be on differing length and weight as long as the user is comfortable.
✘ Offensive Style: Knife Stances Practice :: Rank E The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Increasing the speed in which they can be performed by a moderate margin.
✘ Offensive Style: Simple Play Practice :: Rank E With this practice, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch.
✘ Trick Style: Knife Toss Practice :: Rank D The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision- able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. ( Only by the hilt, not the tip of the blade. )
✘ Offensive Style: Artless Draw Practice :: Rank D The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash.
[ OOC ] [ Don't know if I can even do this, but if not I'll remove it. ]
Ningishzida
Demonic Gatekeeper
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chrissy b e a n generated a random number between
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Karu did not allow Jae to critically harm her foes nor touch ground so she hovered out of reach. Flying concoctions flew past her, Jae kicking some back down at those who were launching them past her. It was insignificant amounts of returns but for every single one she knocked back to the sender she was getting rid of yet another person to contribute to this futile effort by the cultists as a whole. So preoccupied with her efforts was she that Jae did not immediately pick up on the threat Samuru was in. She had heard his response and had looked away to begin knocking the bottles out of the air but when she returned her light gaze to Samuru's person he was being engulfed by the sheer number of enemies. He struggled up until he was knocked against the head savagely by a mace like instrument. Her hearing seemed to go out, silence replaced by a ringing noise. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated to slits. Heart beat accelerating she let out a snarl, using her raw chakra burst to zip across the field to him. Karu tried to intervene while Jae was still airborne but her adrenalin rush had given her an edge. Bracing her hands on one of his wings she shot up and over the large owl summons head. Had he been bigger than his thirteen feet Karu might have stopped her but as she sailed over his head and dropped to the ground like a rock, he realized the errors in his shrinking down in size.
Landing on top of someone, she easily knocked them out by sheer force. Both she and the limp body fell, Jae rolling to her hands and kicking up with her feet. She nailed someone in the soft part of their jaw, downing another foe. These people were like drugged lab rats, still capable of moving around despite being gravely injured but if they were unconscious it was all for naught. A hit was a hit and if in the right place they would not be able to rise for awhile. They were not zombies. She had seen those gravely injured still and immobile so there was hope they could minimize the blood shed but for now she could care less how much blood was shed. Samuru was then only thing on her mind. Her injuries did not appreciate her quick movements but she persisted anyway.
Landing on her feet she darted between some people, kneeing some in the stomach and pushing them over and down so she could push off of them and launch forward. As impressive as her movements were she was still too far from Samuru to help and watched helplessly as he was dragged off. NO! Just as she was starting to consider launching herself into the air once again a person zipped through the way after having cut through a gap. Samuru was rescued and then brought to her but as were the attentions of the enemies. Jae acted quickly then. Going through her hand signals speedily she activated her chakra and reached out, gripping Samuru's rescuers arm. The wind around her pulsed slightly then kicked up violently and then pushed out and away from the trio with incredible force. She needed to create a pathway for Karu, who wasted no time. He had been hovering above her and landed quickly. "Hand him over." Jae said mechanically, her gaze dull and her voice calm despite her panic. Samuru was heavy but all she had to do was just prop him up against Karu. Securing him against Karu the large owl took to the air. Turning to look at the person who had rescued Samuru she held out her hand. "Grab on." She instructed, her demeanor still calm. This person had saved Samuru, the least she could do was get him out of being surrounded completely.
Karu Chakra and Stamina : 1325 / 1210
Technique still in effect: Tandokuhikou [ Solo Flight ] Rank : A [5/10]
『XXXXXHaving finally gotten away from the largest part of the Cultists the Uchiha tilted his head to the side, handing the boy to the woman who mechanically asked him to do so. However..she wanted to act like that hm? He could do the same if needed, and at this point he felt no need to be kind to anyone. The only reason he saved Samuru was because the boy was a Jounin of Konohagakure, and with the Kyuubi attacking they would need any and all allies they could have should any other villages attack them after this whole situation. His thoughts were interrupted when the pink-haired woman told him to grab on, after having held her hand out for him to grab so he could get out of the immediate combat zone. "...Very well, I will grab on. I'd rather not have to kill those who can do nothing to me anymore." With that said he grabbed the pink-haired Jounin's hand though not before his pure crimson gaze swept over the group of cultists, a wicked smile spreading across Kansuke's lips as he saw those that had been cut down so easily.
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"As long as there is love..there will be hate."
Village: Konohagakure Rank: Jounin First Class: Bukijutsu Second Class: Genjutsu Age: 21
Passive Skills ✘ Ittoryu [ One-sword School ] Rank: E :: Sword Style Description: The beginning step in the Power of the Cursed Three, one must master the basics before going on. Gives the user the basic tools needed to become proficent in the unique style of the Cursed Three.
✘ Nitoryu [ Two-Sword School ] Rank: B :: Sword Style Description: The user goes on to practice several basic forms as well as attacks using dual-swords, though they can be on differing length and weight as long as the user is comfortable.
✘ Offensive Style: Knife Stances Practice :: Rank E The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Increasing the speed in which they can be performed by a moderate margin.
✘ Offensive Style: Simple Play Practice :: Rank E With this practice, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch.
✘ Trick Style: Knife Toss Practice :: Rank D The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision- able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. ( Only by the hilt, not the tip of the blade. )
✘ Offensive Style: Artless Draw Practice :: Rank D The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash.
『 Masaru would watch the little occurrence from above, perched on his barrier. Watching the failed attempts of the cultists to attempt to even reach them with cocktails made him chuckle softly. Fools blinded by their 'religion' indeed. It really was a shame they couldn't be used for greater purposes rather than just dying meaningless deaths. As he surveyed what was going on below, he would pick up on some movement out of the corner of his eye. With a quick advert of his attention, he would notice that Samuru was being surrounded and basically ganged up on. Originally this wouldn't seem fair, to the cultists that was, however is seemed the 'commander' of this little group of shinobi wasn't as strong as he set himself out to be. Why wasn't he using his puppet and keeping his distance? Masaru wanted to move, he wouldn't of minded helping out, maybe creating a wall to separate that little band from the main forces, but something told him that if he did, they would of killed him and that no matter, he would not make it in time. Of course he knew he could, Azeiel said otherwise. However, it seems that his uncle came to the rescue, slashing through the men with relative ease and pulling Samuru back away from harm. And then Jae would swoop down and pick them both up and out of harms way. "Hopefully my clone will be done soon.. I would like to lay waste to these fools.." The Uchiha said with a soft sigh as his attention was re-diverted back to the mass of cultists. 』™ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
"Even if you learn the newest technique, it still wont match the skill that oozes from me.."
Village: Konohagakure Rank: Chuunin First Class: Ninjutsu Second Class: Ninjutsu Age: 17
Retribution...this is not my goal. No, I care not for soaking the world in violence. There has been enough of that.
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Coming round in the air rather then on the ground was not a pleasant experience. The first thing Samuru saw was the ground down below his feet and he jerked a little, grabbing whatever had hold of him What the hell happened while I was out? he thought, cranking his head up to look at "You're...one of Jae's." he said, feeling a wave of relief. It wasn't some weird creature that had grabbed him up, just a giant owl. He frowned but didn't contemplate that very much, turning his attention back to whatever battle was going on down below. His whole body ached from whatever had happened to him and his face felt sticky I'm missing....what, 20minutes? That sucks... he remembered yelling something at Jae then everything else was blank. And with that accepted fact, he needed to change his attack strategy. Earlier....he'd lost himself a bit, this he knew. That he'd finally gotten to fight using his main discipline had excited him and he'd lost the strings that linked him to Peilli. Pelleg was out of the match until he could examine the puppet fully "Can you put me down? Near the gate, please?" he called up to the owl as he also scanned for his puppets. Seeing Masaru, Samuru ignored him. Even if he'd been attacked and nearly captured, at least he was doing something and trying to fight.
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I seek only that which was taken from me...not for myself but to prevent it from being taken from others. No more broken families. I will keep the peace for the childhood that never was and the child that did not survive. I will not weep for the world that will not see. I will change it even if blood stains my hands.
As Samuru came around, Karu swiveled his head to peer at him mid flight. "Whooo?" He said automatically, playing to his nature. As he was asked to be taken to the gates the large owl hovered in place for a second, considering this request. After a moments consideration the summons deemed it a reasonable request and headed for the tops of the gate and the assaulted barrier. "Cannot land without a cleared space. Tops of the gates are safer." Karu's rumbling voice added to the rumor of the boss summons having lived for hundreds of years. He tipped his wing and began to divert toward the top edge of the wall. He hovered over it low enough for Samuru to dropped down when he was ready to.
Down on the field, once Samuru's savior had grasped her hand she pushed up, the power that Karu had bestowed upon her allowed her to fly. Upward she went, struggling with the man's weight. Now that they were airborne she switched her hold, supporting his weight by moving slightly behind him and hooking him under his arms. Jae didn't like being this close to people, let alone a stranger but she owed this man a favor. Debt paid. She thought to herself. Her wound around her ribs began to ache, reminding her that her efforts were reaching the breaking point. "You need...to help the Hokage. I can't leave them here." She said through gritted teeth. The pain was starting to escalate from ache to full blown sharp pains. "I can leave you a good enough distance away to slip away..." She finished. A light sheen of sweat collected on her brow now. Jae was by no means physically weak but flying and holding up someone else's weight while injured was starting to work against her.
Karu Chakra and Stamina : 1325 / 1210
Technique still in effect: Tandokuhikou [ Solo Flight ] Rank : A [6/10]
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