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((Hey, sorry; I had to go do Shabbat, not to mention eat delicious fried chicken...))

Slightly confused about having a bunshin thrown at him, Sak turns back to Aven, raising his eyebrows. "Well, come on, I asked a simple question; If you want to know more about me first, just ask, but you could at least answer me..." Not paying much attention as the bunshin got up, Sakiyn, standing in front of the tree now, leaning forwards to talk to Aven, was surprised when the Bunshin began swinging at him with surprising speed and skill. A look of annoyance on his face, he leaned out of the way of the first few strikes, hopping back a few steps as the Bunshin tried to catch him with a roundhouse kick combo. "Hey, what gives? Why is this crazy thing attacking me? Whoever made this is gonna..." As he was speaking, he had begun to look around for where the bunshin had come from, and slowly stopped speaking as he saw a huge force of Bunshins come running at him. Still standing near the pool, arms crossed, his face was flat, but his left eyebrow was twitching. "Whoever is responsible for this...is going to suffer..."

((Err...Sakiyn didnt do that, the clone did, Sakiyn has just dodged so far; and go on, keep digging Shiro a deeper hole...))

Looking over at the young man who seemed to be laughign at him, Sakiyn shot him a dirty look. "Oh, keep laughing, you little prat...once I'm done with these, You are in deep trouble..." Spreading his legs to shoulder width, sakiyn, breathed deeply, curving his arms out in front of him, at stomach height, shoulders hunched slightly forwards, and his hands held palms down, fingers together, but the thumb held somewhat seperate. After settling into the stance, the image of a giant, ghostly crab would settle down around him momentarily, as he waited for the clones surrounding him to attack.

"Hmph...Doubt it..." Snorting, Sakiyn scuttled into action as the clones jumped in to attack. His movements were jerky, but swift and vicious, as he exploded into his attackers, not forwards however, but sideways. He moved in large, curving steps, scuttling with almost inhuman movements back and forth between his attackers; when he neared one, he would thrust with his hands, slicing across the clones with the space between his thumb and forefinger, literally cutting most of them in two. Whenever one had the chance to attack him, he would intercept high attacks with the outside of his forearm, taking even brutal hits without a shudder, and following up with another curve around the opponent, invariably dispatching the clone; low attacks ended the same way, but were blocked with his legs, always kept low and bent as he scuttled back and forth, decimating those around him. Within moments, most of the clones near him were dissipating into formless energy, and he was left standing amidst a circle of fallen clones, a few feet to the right of where he started; he still kept his stance, barely moving in it, his hands swaying up and down slightly, looking resolutely forwards with a cold, almost alien gaze at Shiro. "Not impressed..."

((anybody home tonight?))

((No big words after ten. My poor overrun mind can't take it. If Shiro did have a...thingie...or something, RP with Nyl razz ))

((*dryly* I noticed.
And I did warn you no big words.))

((And so is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, but Let's not get into that...<.<))

((Is that supposed to be Pnemon, or Pneumon? Oh....well, how are we supposed to know what words you dont know...Neko, do you know if Shiro is still alive, or what?))