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A barrage of needles from the sky!? Oh no! Kozumi was scared witless... well not really, but he put on his scared face for effect. The huge dragon swirled around his body depositing him in the center of it's coils. The large drago reared back and a large amount of dark fire began to gather in it's throat, as the needles hurtled ever closer to the three. The Ying Yang Dormaza let out a roar and launched the Yang Fire Ball at the incoming barrage, now with a barrage of projectiles that big, a simply fire ball wasn't going to take care of all of them, only a small section big enough to allow the three to avoid much of the damage from the attack. Some spears of chakra made it through and stuck into the dragon's scales causing some bleeding in the large beast, but not enough to cause it to retreat from battle. Off in the woods the other Kozumi emerged from under the corpse of Haruno, he'd had the life sucked out of him and to add insult to injury his body had been riddled with needles from the newcomers attack. Pushing the body upwards something black and covered in Haruno's blood burst from his chest cavity as the over Kozumi rose grinning maddly, what had just happened, the young nin was obviously dead, but it seemed that this Kozumi wasn't quite done with the youngsters body. Back on the battlefield Kozumi looked perturbed at the man who had launched the random assault on both sides of this strange war. "Yeah... So... what in the world was that all about?"


The same sentiment was voiced by the hidden Momiji, he had narrowly escaped death, his pure liquid form had caused him to avoid damage. He had faked his death and retreated to the depths of the earth to stew about and wait for the next moment to strike. This was so undignified, hiding from enemies like this, he was a star, he would retake the stage soon.

Weary Samael had entered the trees in the hopes to rest. Though it seemed he was not so lucky. A greedy male of his own clan attacked hm without warning. And that was the end of his thoughts, the attack instantly allowing it's effects to kill him, before he could even strike back. Falling limp, the mutulated Kakuzu's body lays beneath his greedy former allies body, both hearts ready to be taken from the bodies chest cavity.
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Flickering into existence, an almost invisible figure emerges from the docks and the apparent fright of the people on board the boat. Inverted white eyes scanning over the area as this odd ghostly figure walks at a slight hover, across the boards of the docks and into this slightly war torn village of Hidden Blood. "That is odd... There seems to be a good deal of people here, but no action..." He says aloud, in a haunting voice that echoed with both death and decay. The entire, almost demonic form of this alternate dimensional being radiated an unknown grudge that could only be fore the world, and those that rested within it. Wearing nothing both the bottom piece of an odd silver-bronze armor and identical silver-bronze armored boots. Though with all this armor, not a sound was left by his floating steps across the battle scared ground to which he was oddly already used to. For fleeting seconds, he could already picture the spirits of the deceased to which the bodies lay across the ground. Clearly dying in battle, was something they seemed to enjoy. He chuckles, shaking his ethereal head slowly, as the long white hair that adorned his head shifted into his face, before back at the sides of his face when he flicked his head to the side, to clear his vision of such an obstruction. With the simple cross of his arms, his walking stance showed an almost otherworldly arrogance of which, even though he was not completely there in this world, still would remind those of people who believed themselves of a higher stature then most. A growl like chuckle escaped his lips as he passed over, and partially through a barely living shinobi, who was probably healed but not good enough to live much longer. When his form touched the form of the almost dead shinobi. The last of the shinobi's chakra, and their life force was drained away, and into Than's own form. That odd almost demonic chakra, was the result of himself feeling such an event. There was so much death around him, it was surprising considering he had not even walked through the village gates yet. His odd inverted gaze being cast casually over the tree line until dropping on a form of destroyed shinobi in the back. Memory, long forgotten sparking for only a second, and then everything was gone again. His new memories, did not care to remember those that would have been seen at that place. Shaking his head slowly, he continued on his way, soon leaping with an unnatural grace over the village walls and into the village beyond. As he landed, he saw the same range of chaos and destruction that was around the place. He was even greatly surprised that this place had not fallen yet. Considering that it was basically over run. There were hardly even any people to which could defeat this army that was attacking. But to whose village was attacking the blood? His gaze twisting in their sockets onto a half dead man. That is who would give him such information. Walking forward he stops above the man. His form becoming visible enough to show his presence as he speaks. "Who is attacking this village? I want to thank them for such a show..." He commands, not even in the mood to ask such a silly question as he waits for the lowly villager's response. Though only retrieving a shaky 'Wate..Waterfall' He rolls his shoulders in the signs of a shrug, kneeling and plunging his hand into the chest of the villager. Using the Phantasmal Grip to attack and drain the remaining chakra and life from this village. For chakra, they had none. But a life, they would have lived if not for him. This did not cause him to pause. It was a useless thought to just stop and let this villager live. No one would care for such a person's presence. Smiling almost warmly, he turns and continues forward, heading deeper into the village to see what else was going on. "So Hidden Waterfall has waged war with Hidden Blood. Clearly they are winning, but there is no end to the war... Has Hidden Waterfall's leader been destroyed? Or have their famed clans, just decided to continue the war and kill until there is nothing to kill. What a futile choice either way..." Once again, he laughs out loud, for anyone around him to hear. His haunting almost demonic laughter did not cease for a good minute as he continued walking on his way. As of now, he hoped to find someone useful to have a chat with. After all, he really had nothing better to do then to simply wander and take what was unneeded by the dying, or the living. Growing bored with this constant wander of the almost leveled village. Than turns and moves away, heading for the docks once again. With an unnatural leap, he scaled the walls and landed on the ground. A moving presence to which was also heading to the docks caught his eye, as he raises an eyebrow slightly. Using the technique known as Haunting. He vanished, becoming completely invisible, and then appeared again before this woman. "Why hello there~" He says, even though a small degree of her chakra was drained from his attack, he hadn't used enough chakra to do any noticeable damage upon his transparent appearance. Keeping his arms crossed across his chest, a single inverted white eye looked past long white hair at this woman, as he waited for her response. Whose side was she on? He wonders, as he looks her over to see a conformation. Though he does not look to hard. Clearly it would have to be of the waterfall clan. Seeing as she was not being attacked by those other shinobi that may be around. And she was not trying to defend the village from the many attacking shinobi.
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[Sorry for the delay]

Than Descartes raises an eyebrow slightly as he speaks once again. "I hope that's at least chakra enhanced..." He says, reffering to the blade she was brandishing right before his nose. A short chuckle being restrained by his partially parted lips as he looks down the blade at her. "Who or what am I? Hmm.. What an interesting question.. I'm simply a special shinobi... A ghost, if you will." He then replies to her question, almost enjoying the fear and surprise that seemed to radiate off of her, with only his presence as the cause. It was enjoyable, deffinately. Keeping his arms crossed across his bare chest, made things simply to show that he was not trying for an attack against her, yet.
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"Well if you haven't noticed, little girl, there are not too many people left to haunt, so to speak, around this now desolate place.." Than replies, shaking his head slowly at her obvious sarcasm. "Don't mock me, I am a ghost, in a sense. Though it is only because of who I am, that I am given such abilities.. Such a curse." He says, as he raises a hand, and then pushes it forward to pass right into her torso. The Phantasmal Grip technique, in order to drain just a little energy from her. Once again, he was using the attack as a show, not to actually do any major damage. Chuckling, he pulls his hand free, having pushed his hand, and part of his arm through her. He almost grins, though his facial features stay steady. Show me a person, that can do that. And they are not a ghost. And I'll admit I am lying." He replies, as he rolls his shoulders in a shrug.
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Naturally, the kunai would do just as she predicted, it passed right through him without even a glance from him noticing it's presence. "Now now, I'm an energy stealer, yes.. But I don't go out of my way to see you when you're dressing, or taking a shower." He says, chuckling lightly as he gestures towards her with one transparent hand. "Nor have I said anything, that could have been implied as sexual in any way.." He then replies, resisting a second chuckle, as he crosses his arms across his chest. He remains where he was, standing at his normal few inches floating above the ground, as a single inverted eye remains locked on her from between the white hair that covered his forehead and ran down his back, along with over his shoulders a ways.
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