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"Simple enough.." Samael says more to himself, then to anyone around him. As soon as he was done speaking, he flickers up and over the village walls. The only thing that marked he was standing there, was a small spiral of Iron sand. Upon landing on the walls, he looks down at the village below. Golden eyes slowly looking about at the battle that was happening, as he smiles wickedly. It's too easy... Are there even any shinobi in this village? Slowly he rolls hi shoulders in a shrug, and then leaps off the wall, to land on a roof top. He planned to observe for now, and attack if need be. The other Hidden Waterfall shinobi seemed to have the small amount of enemy ninja struggling to fight, and any civilians scared as ever. having shed his disguise for this fight, it made it all the easier to intimidate those beneath him. Even if he did not look exactly like those other Kakuzu clan members around him. Rolling his shoulders in a shrug, Samael continues to look around, until making a single hand sign and then moving at a swift pace, with the help of the Koudoutari Kessei: Bou no Jutsu Technique. He literally seemed to appear behind one of the Blood Shinobi. Making a few more hand signs as he moved, he managed to allow lightning to encircle his just after chakra, he plunges the lightning into the back of the shinobi's neck. Causing them to collapse instantly from the technique known as Nervous System Confusion. Smirking, he draws his broadsword from his back, and plunges the weapon downwards, to finish the shinobi off, in a rather silent manner. Now that this one was dead, he turns around, to look for his next target amidst the mob of clashing blades, and thrown blood. It surely was, an excellent war. To have already brought out the bloodlusting side of him into a swift existence. Then again, that is what war does to people.
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Tsugime simply waited outside the village's walls. Not too far off he could hear a girl cursing under her breath. Tsugime twisted his head around without moving his body. It was almost too gross to watch as his neck twisted around in such a way. Almost like an owl. Tsugime peered out the two eye holes of his worn mask. He recognized her. The stitches were a dead give away. Another member of the Kakuzu clan. "Your late." He wheezed. He twisted his neck back to its original position endlessly staring at the blood red village gates. It gave one last crack as it readjusted itself.

Sadly, Samael had to be careful with the techniques he used. It would be bad, if he happened to kill an ally, even if some were Kakuzu, it did not mean they were completely invincible. Moving swiftly, Samael drives his broad sword across the ground, swinging it up in a wicked arc towards the sky, as he uses the broad side to knock the enemy attacking him backwards. Though sadly, that attack was not a killing blow. He curses darkly at himself, before running forward, in order to finish the man off. Golden eyes switching back and forth, in case he were to be attacked again, since that would not be helpful, were he to be struck down, before killing only his second target. Thankfully, those enemies around him were too preoccupied with other shinobi that were attacking them. He smirks, before slashing downwards and cutting deeply into the wounded shinobi in front of him. Though his distraction to the things around him, had proved fatal to his being. The attack only struck a blood clone, causing it to fall away into a puddle of blood. Soon after it fell away, the wounded Blood Nin he had been fighting, could be seen making hand signs from atop the building above Samael. The blood pool before Samael then reacts, stricking out like whips, in order to cut lacerations into Samael's body. Even while he backed up, trying to avoid the attack, or block it with his weapon, the man was behind him, a blade made of blood held in his hand, as he strikes at Samael's right arm, cutting it off cleanly at both the shoulder and the middle of the upper arm. TO have it fall away in two pieces onto the ground. As surprised as Samael was, adrenaline caused him to not be able to feel the pain. He spins around, using his left arm to attack the shinobi, though his slightly weakened state slowed him down, to the point where the ninja managed to score countless hits on his body, cutting through easily. Soon, Samael lay in a pile of limbs. Yet already, black tendrils were snaking out, they first connected a part of the arm holding his great sword, in order to kill his opponent. Though since some parts of his figure had been too badly wounded to be reformed, the black tendrils stole pieces from this new dead body, along with one from near by. Granting him a mismatched appearance of multiple different shades of skin. It was now easily possible to see the stitches, once hidden, on his body. Samael kneels and lifts up the remains of his tattered black coat, pulling it back onto his shoulders, and then grabs his broadsword. Smirking, he rushes into the fray once again, feeling greatly renewed at this new appearance and thankful that some parts of his body, managed to be pulled together fast enough, that he did not simply drop dead from the attacks layed on him. It had all happened too fast, actually. Either way, he shrugs swiftly and ascends a wall, to stand on the roof and oversee the area again. He was actually choosing his next target, or looking for wounded from his own village. Though he was really seeing none at the moment. At least, none alive any longer. With a sigh, he continues to look around, looking at the overall situation.
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Samael sighs, sliding the broad sword into the chest of the reckless shinobi that had tried to attack him. This was growing tiresome, since they were growing more and more aware of their impending doom. Surprisingly, there was not even one decent shinobi around, that could possibly even stand a chance. Which was sad all in itself. Samael frowns and notices a wounded shinobi, who was part of his clan. "Ugh..." He says, growling slightly as he leaps downwards towards the wounded shinobi, landing beside them he holds a hand out, as black tendrils begin to sew up their wounds. This was annoying, they might as well just do one final attack, destroy those remaining in the village, and then claim it as their own. That would be the easiest solution, after all. He sighs, as he finishes sewing up the shinobi, and helps them to their feet. "Return to the fight.." He says, shaking his head slowly, before he leaps back to the roof tops, and out of range of impending attacks from the enemy Blood Village shinobi. He continues looking around, through his golden hues, making sure that any wounded shinobi he were to see, could be saved before death. Naturally, Kakuzu clan members were safe, but the others. Not so much. He chuckles at their weak bodies for a moment.
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Noticing new comers, and hopefully worthy opponents. Samael smirks and flickers towards them. Leaving only a small spiral of iron sand, to show he had been there. Almost appearing, directly above them, he fell downwards, slashing with his broadsword at one of the two Blood Village shinobi, The smaller of the two. They didn't look half as challenging, as they did from afar, but no matter. He would kill them none the less, this was after all, a war. Samael smirks, already waiting, for his attack to connect to the smaller blood shinobi's shoulder, just by their neck. He large broadsword would probably cut the kid through. He grins.

Pulling his weapon away before it struck, he dropped to the ground behind them instead. Raising the bloodied blade and attaching it to the belts on the back of his torn up coat. His mismatched skinned arms, cross across his chest, as he stands there, watching the two blood shinobi's backs, as he waits for their reply. He really hoped they would resist, that would be much more interesting, after all. He chuckles darkly.