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Kumiko treads along the sandy terrain, enjoying the salty breeze and soft whispering of the ocean waves. She proceeds toward a rocky formation, to claim a seat atop a plateau-like boulder overlooking the water. She sighs, resting her hands behind her, reclining and nuzzling her cheek against one shoulder, enjoying the scene.

Kumiko slides down from the rocky formation, standing at awe, feeling as if she had found the very edge of the world. Taking in the scene, she breathes until her chest is puffed and her back is arched, and, without the exhale of a sigh, she turns and travels back along the beach, the wind violently tugging at her skirt, the fabric whipping her upper thighs almost painfully. She hastens her gait until she is in the shelter of the entrance of dead trees into a dry forest.

Just outside the tree line, on a high rising rocky hill, shadows spread through a large crevice near the top, and the three green light came first, and the rest of the body of Richardo pulled up from the shadow, and sunk his arm back in, down the the shoulder, and tugged out behind him a huge sniper rifle, thick barrelled almost like a rocket launcher, with a large scope and night vision, and a tripod to stand the end of the long barrel on. He moved and set it down, clicking all of the contraptions along it's side into place, loading adjusting and activating the scope. Turning it down he scanned the forest carefully, and found the spot he was looking for. Peering down the barrel, he looked for Arberus.

The water came back to Rivven each time he used it, but they didn't give him time to gather himself like in his match he'd had; none of them should have been a threat, but they were recklessly offensive, quite willing to lose puppets or whatever these shadows were to wear him down. Rolling, kicking, shooting the water, he never really had time to collect himself, but took them down one at a time as they came. The shadowed forms kept rising though. Wiping a light sweat away from his forehead, he ducked a swing from one of the blurry shadow men, and brought his fist through the head, and it fell over before getting back up. Keeping himself moving, Rivven examined the next, completely made of black, save for a golden ring carved with runes inside their chests. A large sound and motion exploded behind him, and he rolled, as another explosion came behind him, an impact catching where he'd been standing and throwing debris everywhere. Standing, he wrapped the water around his arm, like a long blade, and sprinted at the nearest shadow man, jumping over it and evading another shot as he brought the sword into the chest of the one behind it, and rolled to behind a tree, estimating what angle the enemy must be firing from. The one he'd stabbed didn't reappear, the broken ring laying on the ground, so he could stop these as well, whatever they were. He slammed his hands together, weaving a spell, and kept himself in motion again, moving from tree to tree, the shots nearly stopping as the sniper became more careful. The ground ripped apart under the enemy, and in the small fissure it had formed, he set off the next spell, fire bursting up and eating all the puppets and shadows. They didn't need to die, just keep busy for a moment. He headed toward the shots, still jumping from tree to tree. He had energy left, plenty of it, but no time, and the way things were now he was being forced to act with absolute caution, any one mistake could kill him here.

Two shining guns flicked out of the coat, and Richardo pointed at Rivven and firing as he rolled on the ground around, water tendrils snapping at Richardo, who abandoned his attack to move aside, firing randomly. He turned and continued firing at the form as soon as he was clear of it's attack, chasing it down with his line of fire, until several shot caught the throat as it rose, spraying water onto the ground behind. Richardo spun about too late, and a palms side snapped his wrist with a loud crack, the gun flying aside, and they locked arms, the gun pointing up into the air as Richardo tried to force it down and fire, and Rivven held his wrists, pushing back up. Long knived tore out of the belts and cloth over the outside of Richardo's forearm, pivoting and sliding with a mechanical sound up his arms, and stopping near the wrist, cutting Rivven's hands. He cried out and stepped back, ignoring the gashes to bring a spray of freezing water up into his face before he could fire, a hail coming upwards, which delayed him hardly a moment through the mask, just enough time for Rivven to draw his knife and rush into close combat again, taking way the guns advantage once more.

Rivven was down on one knee, ignoring the frozen body behind him, that would hold up that middle finger for a very long time, until all of the ice melted and by then Richardo would be safely dead again. Rivven coughed, blood splattering over the arm he held tight tucked around his stomach. It felt like it was holding what remained intact of his guts in him. A fair chance it would be, if he tried to walk. No, he was stuck here, and couldn't send messages through ki like others, so... he had plenty of chakra left, so he'd make use of that. He coughed up more blood on his arm, and sighed as the rain washed it away. Putting a hand to his stomach beneath his arm, he pulled it out covered in blood, a good deal more than he would need, and wrote on a flat rock beside him, not inscribing the full circle, but part of it. Just enough for one, all three shouldn't be needed. He felt the energy drain out of him, and through the symbols, as he summoned forth a dark creature. No demon, certainly not near powerful enough, unless one would consider it to be a sort of minor demon, but it would do for what he needed. "I give you my blood and my life. A sacrifice of part of each." refering to the large portions of chakra and blood spent on even the single creature. "Now, take your part of our bargain. Go, and follow my command for your time; find Morgan, and keep her safe. When they are, lead them to me." he would be unconcious by then, in all likely hood. In fact, he blacked out as the thing flew off to get them.

The shadowy creature, shade between large gray plates of chitinous armor, watched a moment, though it had no eyes, and then dissappeared into nothingness, having completed it's end of the bargain. Rivven did not stir a bit when she came to him screaming. He wouldn't wake up for a while in his state. There was a small cut on his cheek, bruises and small cuts as well in quite a few places, but the major things would stand out a bit more. A circular whole, not large but big enough to be clear that it went all the way through from one side of his shoulder to the other. And his injured arm was wrapped around his stomach, which was torn apart rather brutally, torn open in the front and ripped up inside by a large number of tiny bullets; perhaps he had only taken the gun for a moment, but it had been point blank and a rapid firing weapon. His chakra, whatever of it she could feel, was still quite decent, though not quite high, but falling ever so slowly as his body broke it down to take the chemichals and energies in it to assist itself in healing. His eyes were shut lightly, but the pain didn't show on the face any more as when he'd been awake. His breathing was faint, and his heart rate by this time was very slow.

((Well, it won't let me post in the OOC, so I'll just say it here; I'm going to have to go now, yet again, and there's not much Rivven could do anyway. Just please let me know when he's been moved somewhere and something has been done, and at least a few hours have passed, so I can see about maybe having him do a little.))

Up on a half broken tree sat Ultima. He had kept sound asleep during the destruction of the bar and had been flung upwards into a nice landing. Still sleeping now, he (By popular demand) was having a senseous dream of Himself and Johnny Depp having a bath together in a large marble basin. The details are interesting, but lets just say that it was not the soap that was slipping in Ultima's hand.

A dream like this caused certin side effects, and to Ultima's misfortune his side effect was at full attention and slowly pushing him off the tree branch. All it would take was a nice hip movement to throw him off the edge.

"Mmmm, Herbal Essences has nothing on you" *squeak squeak*

Thud! And he was on the ground, his tent pitched for camping. wink