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The enflamed body of Ginsa fell to the ground after the explosion commenced from his clone's Exploding Fist. However, the flames didn't seem to faze him much less him losing an arm as he wasn't screaming in pain like some people would expect. As Furanken would create a golem which shot electricity into the cloud of dust that rose where Ginsa hit the ground, she would find that it hit nothing as the bolt cleared the air from the small explosion and misplacement of air molecules around. Ginsa had used the Body Flicker technique to speed himself as he hit the ground to move himself to her side with the golem, about 7 feet away, before pointing a hand towards her direction and a large blast of pure chakra (Channel) shoot straight outwards in a spread shot. The golem of course would be too slow to avoid but Furanken would not be able to dodge that easily because the blast was spread out. But it wouldn't be too powerful to kill her... More like wound her.

Ginsa merely watched Furanken dodge his attack and waited till she landed upon the ground before activating the Bringer of Darkness technique which would cause her to loose her ability to see. Ginsa would then point a hand towards her before three blood dragons would silently be launched forwards towards her. If they collide, Ginsa would call it his victory and of course, he can control them as needed, leaving one to dive bomb from the air.

Ginsa pulled out a large piece of clay and then started eating it, seeing that his attacks were not working at that moment. As he finished the last bite, he then stood still, something happening within him that Furanken more than likely wouldn't enjoy.

Suddenly, his stomach started to buldge as the clay started to expand. Slowly it crept up the chest and into the neck where finally, the clay insects started to pour out of his mouth in swarms. There were a huge variety of sorts: Dragonflys, grasshoppers, spiders, centipedes, butterflies, bees, you name it! All of which headed towards Furanken many at high speeds while Ginsa silently activated his Great Suppression, negating any element manipulation of any kind. If more than 20 were to crawl upon her, then it would be check mate on his part.

Unfortunately, her logic was a bit off as it wasn't necessarily like a live bomb. Clay bombs from Diedara in Hidden Stone can only be detonated by the will of the user. But they can, however, be broken into pieces but that wouldn't stop the remaining miniature hundreds that still flew and crawled about her. She has no ability that could destroy all of them as all element manipulation had been negated and Ginsa's The Rich gets Richer sub technique allows him to continue manipulating his earth based wonders. "Furanken, it's over. It may have taken me a little more time to understand what you can do but it is over," said Ginsa as his bugs were close enough to deal some damage that could easily cause brain trauma and internal damage if they were to explode. Ginsa released the Bringer of Darkness technique to show her that she really had lost as he stared towards her face, wondering what she would say to him this time.

((Yeah but here's the thing. It's C1, a low form of exploding clay. But because it is the chakra that causes it to explode, it is technically not an explosive substance thus allowing it to carry on even if engulfed in flames.))

"Katsu," said Ginsa as he heard her words and the slow moving insects like the centipedes (his kinds are slow) that were still around would detonate straight up from under and behind her as he only selected those few for detonation. She would find herself flying upwards into the air before a swarm of clay bees would surround her. "I'm not fighting to kill Furanken. Your still a valued member of this team. If I was fighting to the death, you'd be dead twice over. You lost again so please bare with it."

"After I had recruited a very powerful warrior to be our team leader, you plan on leaving? Your choice my friend," said Ginsa as he lifted a hand, the clay insects converging back into one large ball of clay that could still be used. Ginsa then turned to Torrest who happened to be sitting on a pile of Hidden Arts Shinobi with a smile saying, "I was playing dog pile and I won!" Ginsa clapped a bit as he walked towards his ally, wondering when he should leave to another area to train a bit. None the less, if she didn't want to be in his team anymore, it is her call so he would only need to train to heal since the other potential healing ninja, Furanken, had pretty much decided to leave... And next they met, he'd show no mercy.

(Combining skill points from Ginsa and Torrest)

793 (since last word count) + 798 (last word count) + 1397 (Ginsa) = 2988 words total

Akira strided with hurry and a purpose. He needed to leave and this most certainly put a damper on his plans. Well not so much a damper so much a a pause. he had been looking into Hidden Moon and the Akatsuki for a long time. Now he is getting word on some of their own, some in fighting to be specific. He needed to test his own skills anyway so why not first take one the man who is believed to have killed the great Mercury Adonis. However, leaving to seach out Yuan Shisho would mean that he would have to postpone his training of young Ryu, or at the very least this personal training of Ryu. Under his arm, Akira held a rather large tome. He had written all night putting nearly every technique that he knew into it. THis would give Ryu the chance to train on his own time. Still he wished that he could train the boy himself. He dropped it off at the ramen stand where he always met Ryu along with a note. The boy had more than enough techniques to hold him until Akira came back. After leaving it he left Hidden Arts, carrying only minimal gear. Akira worried about what he was doing. It had been a long time since he had last been in a fight, easily a couple of years since he had fought another ninja. He was worried that he would be rusty. A rusty fighter against a skilled Akatsuki member. Still he had not choice but to go after him. He needed to send word to the rest of his groups before as well. So much to do . . .

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