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Comments like that, were reasons why Serkan found it hard to keep a more cool composure. But either way, the male had released himself from Serkan's blood whip, and fallen to the watery depths of the cannal below. Shifting on the wires, he forces his arm up, unlatching the wires before causing himself to drop towards the waters. Once making a couple hand signs, a wall of blood shot from the side of one of the buildings, and caught Serkan's fall short of him falling anymore then a few meters. Once he had landed upon the wall, Serkan walks forward and then looks over the edge, towards the male in the water below as he chuckles lightly. He could change that entire body of water into blood, and from there finish the male off if he really wanted to. But where was probably cause to do such a devistating thing, like ending another's life? There wasn't one, but it was a funny thing to consider. Perhaps if the shinobi insists upon trying to insult him, he will have to end their life after all.

Well, that was really growing annoying. It seemed like force was starting to become the only way things could get done around here. He was actually here to train, but if he needed to cause a small skirmish along the way, he did not see a problem with that. With his head tilting, to look up at the snow, he soon raises a hand, making a single hand sign and then vanishing with the Blood Body Flicker Skill. With seconds, he was standing on a roof top before the male. It was almost a reply of the first time, except now this was an almost worthy opponent. Raising a hand before his face, a karge head cleaver sized blade appears to form from the blood around Serkan itself, and into his hand. This blade being that of a large and black appearance, the actual blade a crimson tinted color, and black spikes seemed to rise off the blunt side. The blade was actually pointed downwards at the ground, with his raised hand on the shaft of the blade. With a slight grin, as Serkan's Demon's Bane was fully created before any onlooker's eyes. Raising the blade easily with one hand, he then aims and casts the blade in a vertical spin towards the swinging opponent. He wasn't aiming to actually hit the male. Even a narrow miss would cause the blood to be drawn from the opponent's pores themselves, in order to strengthen the vampiric blade of Serkan's creation. As soon as he cast the blade, he took a step forward, in order to watch what happens.

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Serkan raised an eyebrow slightly, this male was better then he had thought. Causing it to snow, and then being able to manipulate the snow in order to kill the opponent. It was deffinately an interesting skill to be able to have. But how should he manage to pull himself out of it's snare and continue with the tasks at hand. Surely, he couldn't manage to attack or make a hand seal in the short amount of time that would cause his opponent to snap his fingers. Serkan frowns slightly, before deciding to speak. "Well, it seems you've got me. Very good, I am surprised that you managed to think on the fly, and use such a strong technique before the battle even began." Serkan says, as he chuckles and then casually lowers into a crouch. His hands shifting out of view as he sighs and tilts his head forward. "Excellent strategy. I never even saw it coming." He praises further, before he was suddenly underground. Or in this care, through the roof top, and into the room within. The snow piled on him, was now harmlessly on the roof top. He had used the Underground Fish Projection Technique by concealing his hands, and making the hand signs, while his opponent was possibly not expecting them to be made. His concealment was more of the appearance of just moving his hands to make it easier to bow his head. Not into a way that would show the creation of a hand seal or more then one. Which normally allows someone to sit and ait under ground, to simply pass through the ground instead. Now, he was inside the building, and deciding his next plan of action. For the snow was a rather deadly item, that he needed to deal with.

"Never much cared for snow..." Serkan mumbled, as he walked outside, then used his chakra to scale the building until reaching the point where his Demon's Bane still lay planted deeply into the side of the building. Grabbing the blade with one hand, he pulled it out and then with a sweeping motion, it seemed to vanish into blood and join the crimson aura that was around him. He hadn't been attempting to kill, and it seems that he was so stupid as to leave his guard down and allow an attack that might have been able to kill him to come so near to doing just that. With a slow shake of his head, Serkan crossed his arms across his chest, and began walking along one of the waterways. Since he had started to be kind, things had gone sour. He may just have to change this decision, and become an evil god in the future. But for the time being, he would catch his breath and continue walking until he found something to do here.

Almost blood like swirling pools of a crimson shade, that were Serkan's eyes casually scanned into the area that Aozame sat. His blood signature, easily able to be pointed out, since everyone's blood and veins were a little different. Serkan frowns slightly, as he then turns sharply on his feel, his hands coming together as hand signs are formed, even as he walks into the bar. Soon after the signs were completed. Crimson Clouds began to roll across the sky. Serkan smirks darkly, his Demon's Bane forming into his hand as he then lets the blade rest as if it were extremely light at his side. "Should have killed me, when you had the chance. I suppose.." He says, his normal demeanor of that of his chaotic evil alignment back in full force. He was a demon now, not the good clean god that he wanted to be. He could never pull that off for long. With a slight tilt of his head, he then slashed diagonally with the large head cleaver sized blade. Aiming to cut his opponent in half with one swing of this mightly blade. This was not a slow attack, even with the size of such a weapon, it was fast, and full of power.

With the first casting of senbon, Serkan raised the large blade and cleanly deflected them, before leaping backwards out of the bar and into the now pouring rain of blood from the crimson clouded sky. "Now. We don't need killing, but we are going to play around a little.." Serkan says, as a puddle like blood red eye glances past the black and red blade of his Demon's Bane. With a twisted grin, as the remainder of the senbon pierce and then slide right through him, the wounds turning to blood, and allowing them passage, before healing up in order to not leave even a scratch. Serkan made possible the utilization of his Infinite Recreation technique, under the Blood God line. With a laugh, he releases the blade to land in the ground before him. His hands clapsing together, as he creates a single hand seal. Even as the waters around them began to turn into blood. Over a dozen tower like structures made of blood rose from the ground a good distance away from them both. And since they were outside, the technique could possibly go unseen by his senbon throwing opponent. These towers marking the beginning of a technique known as Blood God: Sounding of the Symphony of Blood. As soon as the towers rise, a haunting melody rang from them. Almost like an organ, they played without the need of air, while the gradual spread of fear should begin to grip not only his opponent, but also those that were around them both. This fear, being that of hemophobia. The fear of blood. From everything to the sight of blood, to even just thinking about blood, would cause a great deal of fear to strike the opponent. And the effects would gradually worsen with time. Serkan chuckles, as he then grabs hold of his Demon's Bane and awaits his opponent to move from the cover, and into the rain of blood.

Blood began to build up, as the rain only continued. Flooding slowly into the room to which Serkan's opponent stood. Serkan frowned, it seems that his opponent was growing in power or something like that, that was odd though since he had not seen anything else that might indicate this as a genjutsu, so he would not attempt the release technique at this very moment. With a few hand seals Blood shot from the entrance to the bar. The blood forming a wall to seperate Serkan from his opponent, at the same time, blood continued to flow freely into the room from outside. As soon as the wall was created, a few moments later a single dragon, in all likeness but made purely from the blood of the wall, was launched into the room. Aiming to swallow the opponent as well as cause damage to them upon contact. Even with the wall losing it's blood, blood from beneath it sealed the area as the blood was used, in order to keep the room secure. As more blood was added from outside, the Blood wall began to grow in length in a rather rappid fashion. Mean while, the sound of the Symphony could still be heard, even the sense of smell that someone had, allowing them to smell blood would be able to strike the fear of blood that was needed. They would be afraid to be wounded, to lose blood. To see, smell, feel, or at some rare occasions even hear the dripping or splash of what could be blood. Serkan chuckles from outside, as he makes a few more hand seals in order to prepare himself for his blind assault, at the moment.

Leaping to the side at what was pretty much the last second, Serkan cast the weapon known as his Demon's Bane towards the hole that was made, before the electricity of the attack strikes him. Amplified by the iron in the blood beneath him, in order to cause him stop freeze in stance his hair standing a little on end. A motionless laugh gradually strengthens as it grows in volume from his lips. Though paralized, it seems that he had managed to laugh still. Of course, he was having trouble moving completely. But he was gradually gaining his strength back in order to move. he couldn't speak, but the laugh was interesting, since he had managed it. Perhaps his blade had struck, or come close to striking? He couldn't tell from this angle.