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The woman of course was already at the dojo her hands moving to her left hip. With a flash of light the blades of a daisho ripped through the open air before fading into the surroundings like the woman. If Torment could see her face, he would notice a smile. The woman herself kept an eye on the young nin. Her only one in fact.

The butt of the rifle made contact with Seph's temple, sending his upper body to the side a bit. It looked almost as if he had been frozen in pain, his face shadowed by the moonless night.

~User-Friendly never was one of my strong points.~

Seph slowly turned his head back, feeling the pressure of the butt of the weapon still against him. The sniper was still trying to push him with it. He grinned toothily. "Tick Tick.." He said aloud. The chakra condensed immensely against the padding of the sniper's suit.

~I want to go ahead and ask for your forgiveness here, Nyl..~

"Boom." An explosion rocked the earth out in the forest. Not strong enough to decimate any trees, but plenty powerful to obliterate the man infront of him, and the branch beneath them.

~You don't have to ask.~

((Ah, Seph and his boom-boom time.))

The motion is easily sensed. Her movement making what would be like a physical image in his perspective, akin to that of a bat's sonar. Reaching his left hand out of his pocket, he grabs his sunglasses and then tosses them aside. Finally revealing his dark purple irises and black cornea. "Come on then...." His voice speaks. Calm, cold. As he speaks his words, his invitation, a black chakra flows over his form. Rolling over his body as steam might. Though highly transparent and thin. There are reasons for this. His eyes now preparing in case he needs to adjust to other modes of sight, this is why he has augmented his physical form; to upgrade himself like someone would a peice of equipment.

And the log that had taken the snipers place. The good thing about snipers was that they knew their range. The man as it were had been caught in the blast and sent hurtling through the air but the heat really hadn't damaged him at all, in fact it looked as though he were fully fine, landing against a tree trunk and sticking there like a spider, man. He looked to Seph a smile on his face, "Happy to meet you, my title is Sloth."

The woman gave up all pretenses of stealth as her form flickered into the visual range. Her hands held a simple daisho, her form clad in red leather, her long blonde hair propped neatly into a bun. Her single eye watches the man, its dark blue color piercing. The blades she held developed a soft glow as ambient heat was drawn to them, heating them up as steam seemed to rise up off of them. She didn't smile, and barely whispered, "I am the Wrath."

"Because we're ninjas."

((However, this ninja must go to bed soon. Seph, Neko...can I trust you with things?))

This man was once known as Ashen Frost, a very knightly man who used his dark powers for good. However now, he is known as Torment. And so he'll introduce himself, just because he still has manners reguardless. "Torment...." And with that he rushes. The advanced neural system in his brain registering the heat being drawn to the blades. He takes note of this. His movement is fast, he seems to have kicked off from his standing point at around seventeen miles per hour, none too slow at all. Once within reach he feign's an attack, a leg sweep. For all purposes, it looks like a real attack, but he puts none of the 'umph' into it that he could possibly. One could underestimate him by making light of this attack or taking it seriously. He's testing her.