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Sorain's eye brows turned down the moment he noticed the guy readying himself for battle. "What is this kid thinking?" Sorain said out loud. The true danger that he was in was almost amusing. This guy was now surrounded by the Orasakai twins, and not only that, he was provoking the fight. Sorain clintched his teeth tightly. Even though he knew that his brother would be more than enough match for him, the sheer insult that went along with such blatant disregard for their nobility was a kin to being slapped in the face. Taking a few steps forward, Sorain entered the battle scene before either of them even had a chance to react. Immediately, Sorain's presence caused the temperature of the area to dropped heavily, as the air itself began to thicken with a dense fog of coldness. It would be at this time that the reckless shinobi would truly get a grasp for what he was facing. "There is no room in this world for those who don't know their place in it. Apologize for your insult, and be on your way like a coward, or fight and take your medicine like a man. Either way, you will be left with a renewed since of self worth."

As Saru strolled the streets the crowd began to thin, Many were heading off to restaurants or inside for the day. The Sun had began to decent as the blanket of night slowly crawled across the sky, The streets illuminated by the dull light from decorative lanterns. Taking the last bite of her Peach Saru was left fingering the pit of the fruit in her hands, and licking the juice from her fingers Saru realized just how cold it had began to get. The temperature was usually chilly in Lightning country, and as such Saru had become accustomed to the slightly cooler temperatures. However, something about the sudden chill seemed ominous, and as she continued to stroll along the streets there was a tugging feeling of anxiety in her stomach.

Soon Saru realized quite a few people were hastily making their way somewhere, and curious she listened in to the whispers of civilians passing by. From what she could gather, the beginnings of a fight were starting, and not just any ordinary fight but a Ninja fight she guessed from what the people were whispering about. Saru had to wonder why these people seemed so eager to go close and watch a fight between ninja, when it was highly dangerous for normal civilians and shook her head. The news however highly interested Saru. Although she was no where near a competent ninja yet, only barely reaching Genin level, she knew that there was a lot to learn from observing others fight.

Turning on her heel Saru followed the stragglers, Apparently the action was in the main square. The Square itself was a bit anyways, but Saru was in no hurry to rush in and watch the fight up close, especially if these nin were competent (And she was guessing they were, since no ninja just started a fight in the middle of town). Soon enough she found herself at the back end of quite a large crowd that had amassed, as if this was just some sort of entertainment ploy. She could barely see anything of course, in her current form, and she didn't want to get too close either. At best all she could see were the effects of the fight that lingered in the air. Saru was almost tempted to climb a wall to get a better vantage point, but decided she didn't want to draw any of unnecessary attention this close to a fight.

The sudden burst of wind caused Saru to stumble back, not because she was scared, rather the crowd had forced her back. Even though Saru could feel the raw energy hanging in the air, she couldn't believe these people were still that close to battle. She took a few steps back, knowing that the range on some techniques could cover quite an impressive distance, she doubted that if that did happen that she would be able to escape it though so she continued to watch (What she could) in rapt silence. Even though she was not a part of the battle itself, she could feel the thrum of excitement in her chest.

((Fight Line Count: 50/xx))

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'I really hope that guy knows what he's doing, Musica thought as the Notewen clone consistently pestered Sai. It didn't take a genius to notice that the sandy-haired shinobi was starting to annoy the former terrorist, even though Sai hid his expression beneath his hood. Musica took in a hissing breath and winced as the Lightning ninja forcefully removed the man's hood, instinctively tugging his own hood down tighter over his head, just in case someone tried it on him. The Mist ninja didn't relish the idea of being made. At all. Musica edged his way through the crowd in order to work his way closer to the couple. When he was close enough to hear them clearly, but still a comfortable distance away, he found himself in front of a tourist stand. It was a small little stand and was covered with masks of various shapes and sizes and colours. Some were festive masks in the shape of a dragon head, decorated with colourful feathers. Others were smaller, more decorative masks, masks meant only to be worn once, if at all. Musica bent over the stand curiously, pretending to look at each mask as he kept his eye on Sai and Notwen out of the corner of his vision. After all: how suspicious would it be for someone to travel through tourist central, and not stop to look at the merchandise? Musica even went so far as to pick up an examine one of the masks. It was an average number of mask, made of wood and pained white with red whisker-like stripes. It had pointed ears, like a fox, and two black eye holes, giving a blank, empty stare. “That's a good mask, that.” Musica had grown so accustomed to silence (population hum aside, of course) that the sound of someone talking to him almost made him jump out of his skin. It did, however, make his fingers let go of the mask, making it drop into the snow with a muffled 'thunk.'

Musica slowly turned to face the person who spoke, careful to keep his face hidden. The one who spoke was an older lady, literally half of Musica's height. She had hair as white as the snow on the ground, and it was tied into a tiny bun on the back of her head. She had a tan and wrinkled skin, and her eyes were closed with a knowing smile. “It's made in the style of the ANBU masks, as a costume for children,” she continued, bending down to pick up the mask. She rose and held it out to Musica. “try it on. It might fit you.” Musica gently took the mask from her and put it up to his face. “You have that touch of destiny around you,” she said as he slid the mask on under his hood. “There's a power out there for you. A power with many tails.” Musica glanced up to see Sai as she spoke. His face fell behind the mask as he realized that he lost sight of him. Musica looked back down to the lady and reached to take off the mask, to thank her. But when he looked back at where she was, she had vanished, along with her stand. There weren't even any marks in the snow indicating where she could have gone. Musica pressed the mask back against his face, feeling the wood press against his face and if made specifically to fit it. A little extra disguise never hurt anyone. Musica looked around, his vision zooming in and out in an attempt to relocate his target. It didn't take long. After following the crowd with his vision, watching them all suddenly dlow in the same direction, it wasn't too hard to figure out what was happening. Musica rushed up to the gathering of people and jumped onto the nearest building, overlooking the square.Musica instantly saw Sai and Notwen standing directly across from each other. Moments later, the already freezing temperature suddenly spiked down as a third person entered the soon-to-be-arena. The red head widened his stance and crouched lower on the roof, holding his hood against Sai's powerful gust of wind. “This can't be good,” Musica muttered, looking up. Across the plaza from him, on another roof, was Rodah, giving Musica the same worried expression that probably covered Musica's own face. If these people didn't leave, and soon, most of them would die. Musica's mind quickly went down that path of thought and shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold.

Notwen shook his head a few times to shake the numbing feeling that began to spread from his shoulders all over his body. He couldn't believe what was happening. Rizu disregarded Sai's presence and openly attacked him. There were several possible case scenarios running through the Uchiha's head, the main one being that Rizu was being controlled by Sai. Notwen refused to believe that Rizu would just openly join up with the terrorist for no apparent reason. Sighing, the dark-skinned blonde rose to his feet. He would have to hurry and show himself before either had the chance to move away from where the clone had last encountered them.
"They are still there, Notwen." came Kaala's voice from their their mental connection.
"Good. This gives me time to think of something..." Weaving a set of seals, the three-eyed Uchiha summoned forth eight more clones, but immediately after they appeared he felt intense strain on his body. "Gah!! What is this....?!" he wondered, then recalled the off feeling that came shortly after Rizu had struck his clone. "It must have been Rizu... Man, this guy's supposed to be on my side. Why is he being such a hindrance!?" Deciding to worry about bigger and better things, Notwen discussed his plan with the clones before quickly sending them out. Hopefully they stall for the amount of time i need...

Notwen had deployed the clones in a manner that ad them in four teams of two, all intertwined with the Web of Intrigue. Four of the clones would be attacking Rizu to hold him down while the other four would attack both Sai and Rizu together with the first four. The first four approached the terrorist and deserter via the boughs of low trees and rooftops of surrounding buildings. As soon as they were within striking range, three of the clones launched themselves in a melee at Rizu, punching and kicking at the taijutsu user. When he would retaliate, a clone would move out of the way and the final one out of that group would establish eye contact. At that point the genjutsu would be cast. Once that happened the last four clones would appear at the scene and maneuver all over the place, creating an invisible net of chakra to ensnare the two aggressors.

Back on the rooftops, Notwen would have just finished weaving a set of about 60 seals, eight of those being unique to one of the core chakras. Upon finishing the set, the dark-skinned blonde began to recite a short verse:
"Into this world you are thrown.
Rider on the storm.
Take him by the hand
Make him understand.
Open the floodgates
to the Virtuous Embodiment
Calcifer!!!"

Upon uttering the final word, Notwen placed both of his palms on the roof tiles. Instantly a pillar of mist began to shoot skyward and collect over the village. A few seconds later the mass of mist began to descend closer to the ground due to its weight. Disks of metal could be seen hovering within the cloud of mist as shadows.

"So you really mean to take this battle for yourself?" Sai muttered softly, a grin spreading across his lips as his arms fell back to his side easily. Tilting his head to the side he watched as the array of clones charged at them, their movement prioritizing his new found ally over him. With a light sigh, he tucked his head into his chest, his arms and legs curling into his body while his wings hefted his body into the air. Gracefully he flew towards the trident that he had embedded into the ground, hovering just over the tip of the weapon, the wings closed protectively around him. "You have five minutes... and then I will take my stand." The words spoken just before the wings closed fully.

In the moments that followed another pulse range out from the trident sending a more powerful gust of wind through out the town as tremors shook the buildings. With a cry, the wings that cradled Sai's form began to twist and turn before extending out to give birth to a large phoenix of ice that took its perch just above the curled wings. With sharp eyes it watched the battle play out protecting it's master while under the influence of an illusion.
(Shitty post, blow me~)

Sorain fixed his gaze to the huge beast of a creature that was summoned to do battle with him. "What on earth is he thinking?" he questions aloud. Such a massive summon would easily destroy the already small market down. There was nothing but little shops and inns that would not normally have reinforced walling. Before Sorain could think any further, he caught sight of the beast raising its hand as if to strike. Realizing that such a creature would have a huger radius of attack Sorain knew that if he was going to save himself he would need to act immediately. Turning around, Sorain took off into a mad stride. Using the palms of his hands to catapult over the edge of the bridge before swinging himself under neath the protection of the bridge. Above him, the hand of the water summon hammered down over the cobble stone arch that served as a walk way from the two sides of the market district. From under here, Sorain was able to give himself some extra time to think. As the moments ticked on the bridge that was serving as his protection began to crack loudly in protest against the force of the summons strength. All around him, the stones began to crumble down around him, leaving him no way to evade the attack. Snarling loudly, Sorain crouched down to the ground, all around him a wave of chilled air expelled from his body as he charged his strength. Just as the beast arm of water was nearing him, Sorain through himself into an upward rotating motion, causing him to fly through the air like a spinning torpedo. Sorain flew directly through the summons hand, causing its hand to burst and rain gallons of water down over the town. As his spin came to an end, Sorain returned his gaze to the beast, this time targeting his chest. "You did not, know, who you were ******** with!" Sorain's yelled through clinched teeth. Balling his fist tightly and taking off into yet another sprint before diving into yet another heavenly spin torpedo that blasted directly through the chest of the summon.

As the summon's rampage finally came to an end, the wings of water that protected Sai parted slowly to reveal his tired face. With an exasperated yawn, he raised the back of his hand to rub at his vigorously, "Still not done with this scrub? Jesus, I'm going back to taking my nap... you got 4 more minutes to finish this." The man howled through another yawn, his balled up fist waving towards Sorain/Rizu in a childish way before retracting back into his body so the wings would close around him once again, Tsukiyamoru herself sinking back into the wings of water to cause them to freeze it over. "Dude needs to stop ******** around.. I hate when people try to get into my head." He thought as he closed his eyes and drifted off slowly again, all the while his trident blow sent off another pulse through the ground, this time the force crumbling whatever buildings that barely managed to survive.