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A single man floated through the skies, rather odd looking wearing a simple camo jacket and blue pants, no shirt or shoes to be seen on the man. Stark white hair hung around his face as he...danced through the air? Violet light played across his pupils which seemed to be in the shape of hexagons, each a rusted red in color.

And so the dance continued, the man spinning aboutas his flightpath seemed to be aiming to take him directly over the man amongst the ruins. Something was odd about his flight, however, as he seemed to simply slide through the air, not even tilted forward or showing any wings or aura. How was he doing this? Why were his eyes glowing violet? More importantly, why the hell was this crazy b*****d dancing?

The lightning hit his feet, or just below, and stopped. How was this possible? By the looks of it, there seemed to be something very odd about the air around the man, becoming clear as he drew closer. He wasn't dancing, he was walking in a straight line but the field around him was disrupting even light. Lightning never stood a chance. The closer Ochimaru came, the thicker the air got and the heavier he became. Just what the HELL was going on here?

The man's voice came loud, booming despite having spoken just a whisper, "I am a simple man. A collector, you might even call me. I seek out pinpoints of power among the populace and procure them for my own productions." The dancing about seemed to stop for a moment, "You may call me Valesk." Within the dance seemed to continue at a frenzied pace as his arms swung wildly, their composition changing slightly, extra arms being produced from within his jacket as the current pair grew in length.

The staff fell about three feet below Ochimaru and then thrust back up, aiming to sodomize the poor man. This was one backdoor bonanza that wouldn't be found in any pornographic films. Valesk could only laugh as his arms reached three times their normal length, with the second pair now normally sized. When his thunderous laugh stopped he shook his head as the dance stopped, "I hadn't asked for your name, but it will be good to place an identity with my trophy." He rushed at the man, his barrier fading as his two main arms went wide to sweep in and grab at the man's arms from the back, aiming to find some bare flesh. The other two hands were brough up as if to strike, but were kept read for an assault.

((Really should give more attention to clothing detail. As far as I know he might be naked or clad in fullplate. 0.0))

((...you do realize what he tried to do, right? I know you're not going to be 13 for like 2 days and all, but I'd assumed you'd either know what sodomy is or could google it. I'd think having a staff rammed up your a** (or an attempt of such) would be damned distracting. This happened before the lunge, so unless that staff is now shoved up his a**...))

((Secondly, your sentence structure and detail leave much to be desired. Try to clean up the grammar a bit. Instead of "You should keep my not hungry for months!" try "Feasting upon your flesh will stave off hunger for months!"))

((And now, a reply, despite the fact. XD))

The wave of fire washed over the man, his skin crackling and falling off, only to reveal more just beneathe the surface. Such a simple assault seemed to do little to the man who seemed to have the ability to shift his body. The air around Ochimaru would get incredibly thick, his weight begining to skyrocket as the gravitational forces around him began to increase. The man was using gravity to crush the man and force him from the sky, hopefully into a crash landing that would break his bones and, hopefully, his spirit. Valesk followed him down, the gravitational forces apparently not affecting him as he darted forth to reach out and grab the man once again. Any contact with skin and a certain...transferal would take place. A mere touch would give Valesk knowledge of every single last ability the man knew, and allow him to steal one.

((Ability Thief lasts 24 hours and cannot be blocked. Only way to dodge is not get touched.))

The telekinetic suspension would keep him in midair and keep Valesk from touching him, but would not stop the gravity from increasing. His weight would continue to increase until soon the weight of his own body would crush him to a pancake. Already his blood should begin having a hard time getting to his brain and breaths should be coming hard as the air seemed to begin dropping around him, the pressure increasing dramatically as he seemed to find himself in a column of wind. Valesk's voice seemed to tear at his eardrums from the air pressure, "I am a collector, nothing more."

EDIT: The strain on his mind to keep him up would get really bad fast as his weight increases, a double threat as lack of blood and an impending brain anyurism lay on the horizon.