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Hedoro had thought her surprise attack might have had a chance at success. It seemed Crius' ocular abilities were developed enough to spot her far sooner than expected, though, to the extent that he was ready and waiting for her attack. Troublesome. She sensed his arms come up, and felt a now familiar sensation that attempted to actually push her away from him. Attempted, because it didn't work. Crius had been using his gravity manipulation skills a lot in this battle. Too much. By now, she had developed a rather complete immunity to that skill. He would have to rely on something else if he wanted to continue this clash. She felt the Silica Gel all around her, it felt like she was being assailed by a thick cloud of stinging, biting gnats. A moment later, the stinging stopped as she seemed to fill out the gaps, to regenerate the lost mass she had endured from the Gel so far.

Counting on the surprise of his gravity push not working, Hedoro's attack continued directly for him, her own liquid attack meeting his needle haze at point blank range, gobs of her attack's material spraying in all directions, but still managing to block the majority of the needle blades. The much smaller amount that continued on to her took almost no effort to ingest, the volley of needle-thin blades sinking into her substance, to be digested. She would have liked to continue the exchange, but she began to drop back toward the ground, the real ground. Not the massed Gel that was gathered high above. A dangerous position, but she didn't plan on staying where she was for long.
[279 + 2099 = 2378 out of ??? ]

(Sealed techniques:
Water Walking
Multiple Step
???

Hedoro has gained immunity to Crius' gravity, thanks to her already posted made-up Immortal Homeostasis. After two exposures [the sphere and the ceiling] she gained immunity for the remainder of the battle.)

Hedoro had forgotten about that quick sand defense, but it didn't stop her. Rather, gravity stopped any further attacks on her part, as she continued her plummeting to the ground. She could sense the massive avalanche of sand and silica gel rushing down toward her, threatening to engulf her completely. That seemed like far too much of a hassle, so she opted instead to use a Substitution, swapping places with one of the gobbets of demi-liquid from her failed attack. It didn't accomplish much, brought her back up to a height to avoid the worst of the dry deluge of desiccants. That was plenty, however, as she was able to follow it up with some nimble footwork even while dropping. It seemed the battle would be taking place back on solid ground again, or as much as loose sand and silica gel could count as solid. Crius had tried to hide himself once more, likely to try switching with a clone once more. She knew he had some method of remaining beyond the reach of her senses, so she didn't go to any great lengths to try to find him. Instead she landed on the gathered sands in a solid impact, the loose granules cratering slightly from the force of her landing. She would have to start working a bit harder at this game if she wanted to get the puppet to come out of hiding once more. She straightened up before seeming to swell up somewhat, almost as if she was inhaling deeply. To a certain extent, that was what she was doing, but not actually sucking in air from beyond her surface, something was happening within instead. She had something in mind, of course, but what was the question.
[292 + 2378 = 2670 out of ??? ]

(Sealed techniques:
Water Walking
Multiple Step
Oodama Rasengan
???

Hmm, I think you can. Thankfully Hedoro has a clan, otherwise that was the made-up that kept her alive...)

Hedoro had had ample time to prepare her move, enough that Crius did not manage to stop it in time. At the same time as the smaller things were moving, so was she. First, a thick cloud of murk was expelled, billowing forth rapidly, more and more, seemingly without end. The dank mist swallowed up the figures, the silica gel, what remained of the buildings, and anyone hapless enough to not have already run screaming from the village. The cloud wouldn't hide her actual presence, but perhaps it had an ulterior motive, just as Hedoro did. She was moving too. Even with the cloud and the gel, she could still roughly sense her surroundings, enough to feel the smaller things moving around her. Too obvious. Hedoro ate things by engulfing them, the signs of being surrounded called out to her like a flare. She wasn't done, though. She would appear behind what she took to be the real Crius, the one not within the dome with a fragment of her own substance. Most of her had managed to escape, but some had remained behind, trapped.

Rather than immediately attack, she took the opportunity to speak. "You think you have the skill to alter my processes. Foolish half-human. Die for your hubris!" She lashed out with over a dozen tendrils, each taking the form of a snapping jaw, slavering for a chance to rip Crius apart into bite-sized morsels. He had really though her limited by his attempts to change her physiognomy? That was even more insulting than him trotting out another tired clone against her. Even then, she did feel a pang at a deep level, when the fraction of her soul within the dome was sapped. That had hurt, in a sense she had not felt before. She would make him suffer for that.
[307 + 2670 = 2977 out of ??? ]

(Since you forgot once more, should we just abandon the technique sealing...?)

Something felt off the moment that Hedoro's attack first made contact with the Crius outside of the barrier. This one didn't seem as strong as how Crius had felt earlier, but neither was it a clone. A puppet of himself? How narcissistic. And whatever this puppet was made from, it was tougher than expected. Not to the point that she couldn't eat it, but it took a moment longer for each bite to actually get anywhere. He was already going on the attack before she had managed to eat too much. She felt worried for a moment when he used an unknown technique that began to draw material into the puppet's shell, but worry turned to amusement when the suction seemed to ignore her entirely, in favor of trace elements in the air. It still robbed her of much of her senses, but her form itself was unaffected. For someone with so many Doujutsu at his command, it seemed Crius couldn't actually see everything. Indeed, hadn't seen one certain fact for some time now. How she had already changed her substance before he had tried affecting her, locking down her composition. Normally she was basically water, true. But at the moment, and for several moments previously, she had been something else entirely. This momentary lack of perception on Crius' part would prove costly as more and more of his Absorb puppet would disappear to her appetite. Unfortunately she wouldn't have the time to finish her meal, she felt a strange gravity affecting her, a displacement of sorts. She had experienced something similar before, though it was quite some time ago. Enough to give her warning. Not enough to completely dodge the effect, but enough to take certain measures. Such as much of her substance and mass traveling along the curious pathway that was her innerspace, to travel to a third location from which she existed. That being from back early in the battle, one of her attacks that had failed, her substance seemingly fallen useless to the ground. But not forgotten. She felt another pang, as another portion of her soul was sapped. Did Crius think to win by simple attrition, keep sending bits and pieces of her into that barrier? She'd have to take care of it before much longer.

It wouldn't be long, however. Already, the noxious mist she had emitted had covered the entirety of Hidden Rain, it's virulence seemingly unchecked. Life of all kinds withered and died, even nonliving components rotted. Buildings gradually sloughed off their foundations into masses of muck, while what little remained of plant life had long since virtually disintegrated. This effect was not limited to merely the scenery, though. The vast wave of pollution, of foulness and sickness began to eat away at anything and everything that was not her, in a fairly accurate representation of her own hunger. The ground itself would grow unstable as it grew fallow, then into more of the same vitriolic muck as before. This included the footing of the miniature puppets. If they didn't move, they too would be swallowed up by the muck under their feet, and rotted into the same. Even the silica gel that still filled much of the village rotted, the combination of the pollution from without, and the virulence from within combining to almost instantly turn the granular masses into so much sludge.

This effect was rampant now, and almost uncontrollable. Such a wide effect made it difficult to even monitor, let alone guide. That being said, at this wide of a range, was guiding even necessary? Wherever Crius- the main Crius- was located, he too would be a target from the village-wide force of entropy Hedoro had ushered in. Pollution, debasement, excrement, filth, vileness, all the darkest and most unclean things of the world had been reproduced in this attack, like Hedoro had pulled out a portion of her own darker nature and force-fed it to the planet itself. This was a rejection at it's most basic level, a rejection of all that was clean and unsullied. Even the chakra in the air would wither to nothingness almost instantly, any technique that might be used would dissipate in an instant. This time with much more cruel effects than before. Before, the techniques would simply be rotted away and be gone. Now, any techniques Crius might try to manifest would still rot away, quicker than before. Also, the chakra itself would become infected, traveling back to whichever bodies he might be working through, and infect them as well. She had already tainted his Absorb puppet, any others would not be long in following. Could Crius withstand the truest manifestation of an entire village of corruption? He would soon find out, one way or another.
[795 + 2977 = 3772 out of ??? ]

(Haha, yeah, good point.)

"Fair enough, Hedoro.. Your point has been proven quite accurately, in my underestimation of you. Such underestimation would surely continue to lead to my downfall. And although a death has not been prominent, you have succeeded in accurately defeating me in a rather proficient method, through sheer number, in a sense anyways." Crius Akasun's voice speaks out, filling every space and area around where Hedoro and her increasingly expansive substance had taken sanctuary. Although Crius' own abilities allowed him to see all, and foresee any circumstance. His own vanity had made him blind to what was actually happening before him. As such, he had resorted to one of the final defenses that he held, as all his puppets across the area lost their chakra connections in an instant, severing the chords that tied him and his puppets together before the infection would fully effect him. The air around him would swirl with pure wind, a barrier of wind having formed and prevented any form of the substance to move towards him, despite the fact there was not all too much of a large area to which could be prevented away from him at the full Three Hundred and Sixty degrees. "As our terms had been from the beginning, I concede in this battle, and as such you're allowed to have anything you wish. From something I possess, to a specific clan's power to which you would like to possess. Roughly anything to which you could have is possible to you, all you must do is choose." Crius says casually, with a slight wave of his hand. Although he could probably figure out a move of escape, or anything of that likeness, Crius did have some honor and code to live by. His own abilities had not proven satisfactory to him, and as such he did not manage to stand up to his own expectations, he had lost fair and square. All that remained now, was to determine whether or not Hedoro had found it necessary to continue the battle despite his obvious white flag. Or if she would accept the acknowledgement of Crius giving in, and proceed to decide what it was she wanted as a form of reward for her winnings. "Oh yeah.. And Hidden Rain's Kage is dead, assassination it seems from here. Although you probably assisted one way or another in their death." He says with a chuckle. "It seems a war may be breaking out soon, I wouldn't want you to miss out on some free meals from either casualties or simply those you defeat yourself.

[ Let this sit too long, and I couldn't find a realistic way to continue the battle after you let loose pure pollution onto the playing field. xp ]

It was the usual dreary rainy day in Hidden Rain, and Hayate had gotten use to it with his stay in the village with a lovely Gami girl. The two of them shared a rather large house, about two stories, that was connected to a training dojo by a covered catwalk that crosses over a river. Last the male swordsman had saw Victoria, he left her sleeping in bed after he had woke up. Hayate now stood in the dojo wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans, even his feet were bear as he run around an automated training dummy. Currently being wielded was a simple looking swords with triangle marks along the blade. The hilt was basic even wrapped in a plain black leather and cloth. As a group of the dummies try and surround the swordsman, he whips out with his wrist and sends the blade out like a whip. With the sword in its separated, whip-like state, Hayate spins in it around him to strike and cut apart the dummies. After his training the blade seemingly returns back to its sword mode before being sheathed. He then lays the sheathed sword against the way and lets out a deep sigh while catching his breath.

The swordsman leans the now sheathed blade on the wall as he looks over the other blades of his, each unique in there own way. One was referred to as a 'chain' sword, which was more like a massive chainsaw with a sword hilt. Otherwise, the ones he used the most was dual blades with specially designed hilts, to allow him to flip the way they were wielded easily. Hayate is happily greeted by the sight of the scantily clad Gami girl entering the dojo. He didn't know she was awake yet, or the actually time it was at the moment. As Victoria modeled herself off in that sexy, pink lace bra and panties, the swordsman walked over and lightly places a hand on her cheek, "Well, Hello to you too, Victoria." Hayate steals a light kiss for her lips before looking her over once more, "Oh? What game did you have in mind, Dear?" His hand tenderly rubs her cheek as the other one is placed on her hip.

The swordsman lightly licked his lips as Victoria tells him the game will be something sexy. "I see, but what can be sexier than you?" Hayate ask as his hand on her hip slips down and caresses her pantie clad rear. He then pulls her in closer and kisses her lips once more as she joked about developing that silly phobia, "Hmm, I see that. Perhaps I am a lucky man then, though I'd likely be jealous if I saw other eying you, Victoria." His second hand rests lightly on the Gami girl's back as he traces his fingers along the back of that lacy bra. The swordsman looks lightly into her lovely eyes, "Your the best thing to happen to me, Victoria. I am so glad I meet you that night." Again speaking in reference to the night they meet and begin training and living together. Hayate gives her rear a teasing pinch as he smiles, "So..lets play, Love."