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 Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 8:09 pm
::Hinata didn't let the surprise or the disgust show on her face as she sized up the three creatures that were infront of her. Her lips moved ever so slightly as if she were calculating out loud::
Oh Kotai, I'm sorry.
::her eyes, milky white and searching, scanned back over the mad man::
Let Shunketsu go.
::her voice was stern, icey cold as she let the words drop harshly from her lips::
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 10:18 am
Man with pink hair: "Oh, I plan to. I can't drain much more out of him anyway. However, I MAY release him now IF I had a worthy model to replace him with...and that, my dear, will be you. Subject 76521 here is only a Chuunin if memory serves me correctly and, from my research, I know you are a Jounin. Ooooh...my mouth waters with the idea of how much destruction I can cause with you...so, you have two options. Option A: You surrender willingly and I promise to make it as painless as possible. Option B: Well, pretty much the opposite of Option A. Your choice."
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 9:22 pm
::anger seethed from nearly every pore in her body as she slipped one foot back slightly, twitching her heel out to solidify her stance even more. Her white eyes watched him with unwavering intensity marking the way he held himself, subtle movements. Then she marked the creations in front of her. It took control not to sneer at them::
::This pink haired man had put her in a foul mood indeed. Long ago she had practiced to keep her anger contained and in check, remaining the meek and sweet Hinata that most people knew. Now, however, she could feel it struggling to break loose, wishing to lend her power via hurt and vengeance::
: surprised ne deep breath was sucked into her lungs and pushed out between slightly clenched teeth::
I am no ones puppet.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:34 pm
Man with pink hair: "Correction: you WILL be MY puppet..."
Another snap of his fingers sent forth the skin & bones person...creature...thing. Or well, it would seem as it just vanished from sight. It would appear behind Hinata, and whether or not she noticed was up to her abilities. This odd enemy seemed extremely fast and possibly flexible as well. Not being forced to support much body weight allowed it to move freely. Although, it would certainly be obvious that without much mass behind him, his punches wouldn't pack much...well...punch.
Nonetheless, the creature attempted a knock to the back of Hinata's head. It wouldn't be forceful enough to knock her head off, but the impact of bones on skull at a high speed would hopefully be enough to knock her unconscious, if it impacted.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:13 pm
::the corner of her lip twitched, her weight dropped down quickly as her knees bent, feet twisting to spin her around to face that which was once behind her. Hands, cased in a hard Chakra shield slammed into the joint areas, pressure points, and tenketsu. The speed with which she moved blurred the motion of her hands as her weight shifted again as her feet moved her into a new position. Again and again her position changed, pulling her quickly around the creature, fingers, palms, feet sought out the areas known to be weak and sought to easily snap them with her well placed and practiced movements::
::each movement was smooth and fluid, coming to her as naturally as breathing. Her white eyes seemed to blaze, byakugan long since activated, hands feeling the snaps that would inevitably occur from hitting the tender spots with such ferocity::
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 11:05 am
Maybe only the 1st hit landed. Afterwards, she'd need to think of something better. Not only was this skinny freak of nature very fast and flexible - allowing him to get out of the way of most of her attacks - he was an enhanced clone of a very, very adept fighter.
Every fighting style follows a pattern, a rhythm, or a beat if you will. Every style flows along like music. Advanced martial artists learn to read the opponent like a musician reads a sheet of music. Hinata's opponent had been a master at it, but she wouldn't figure it out. He evaded each blow after the 1st by only a slight margin, letting the attack only slightly damage him superficially, but by allowing at least a minor part of the attack to connect, he would give Hinata the impression that all her blows had landed soundly. Combining that impression with the fact that he will remain standing after her onslaught would only cripple her confidence as it would create the illusion that he was invulnerable. He would spin backwards after the attack and reposition himself, pretending to be nursing injuries as a feint. Now that he has a beat, he can dance to the music.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:01 pm
(ooc: sorry, got really distracted by stuff going on. Um, gotta think of a way to respond to this)
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 11:27 pm
((No rush! Whenever you're ready ^_^))
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