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 Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:16 am
Warui placed a hand on the blade as it passed, round housing off the flat part and dropped down into a fluidly linking leg sweep by rolling on his back, skipping the hand stance (See: Windmill ) with the force of a dump truck. The force carried him back up to his feet where he immediately took the Jodan stance above him.
Not realizing what the Samehada was, a cool feeling invaded his palm and before he could realize it a slow trickle of blood was dripping on the ground.
((Fast as Warui's sage movements from an academy student? -.- Watch it.))
~Depending on How You Respond to My PM~
A gash long and previously unnoticed opened up upon his clavical like a sword blade had been drawn across it- cutting any fabric near it.
~Waruis Theme~
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 2:22 pm
"Oi! Don't group me in what that old b*****d! I make my own way!" Warui yelled as he struck full force down on him with a crisp, clean overhead strike aiming for his clavicle. The boy slipped his back foot to give extra force to his blow. The sword was more focused on power than speed and as such he telegraphed.
(After the blow is struck)
"SenpÅ: Kamikaze-ou-Kamikaze..."
(Post 3/5)
~Waruis Theme~
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 2:53 pm
Warui grunted but stood his ground as the Samehada was rammed into his right clavicle, shredding the muscle but his blade merely smacked hard enough to shatter bone but hardly caused much more than a surface wound.
Warui smiled devilishly, "Told you I'm not like that old b*****d..." He muttered with a grunt, "But... unfortunately the fight's over... Walk away 'for I really got'a mess you up..." He ordered, suddenly serious as the fabric over Watatsumi's stomach suddenly fell open, another layer after that, followed by a slow trickle of blood. A deep, ugly wound sat just below his pectoral muscles. It hadn't hurt until right now, but now the pain was unbearable. No sword had slashed him, but the wound opened as if the blow had been made by a razor.
"Kamikaze ou Kamikaze... it means... a divine wind following a divine wind. My..." Warui started but the pain the Samehada inflicted was great and forced him to stop for a moment,
"blow wasn't aimed at finishing you off. It was... just... a distraction..." He said, his body trembling with the pain but standing firm.
"Now... unless you can fight me one-handed with that son-of-a-b***h sword of yours... crawl back to whatever spawned the likes of you and think good an' hard 'bout why I'm gonna spare you're worthless life. Think 'bout why the hell you value a human life so little, an' what the 'ell love means... you're pathetic excuse for a Bushi... don't even try to claim Kojiro's name...he's nothing like you..." He lectured with a cool, calm demeanor- promising only death in the undertone of his voice. Warui would live, but GODDAM would he have to get stitched up.
True, he could have ended the fight with the first blow. His divine wind could have thrust the boy's heart. It could have been aimed at his neck, his skull, or any other vital point. Instead Warui offered redemption even now. He was trying to promote peace. Without compassion there could be no peace.
(Post 4/5)
~Waruis Theme~
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 3:30 pm
Warui spat defiantly on the ground, "Tshct~"
He watched to boy walk off. He wanted to call out to the kid but he was a stubborn one. Maybe it was a mistake... he was sure he'd see that boy again because he was what was wrong with this world. Words wouldn't reach him- only actions.
"Aye Lad... got a deal fer' ya..." A familiar voice said from behind. On top of the rubble squatted the ninja Hito with a few dozen others behind him. They were battered and scared but they stood firm with their resolution. The sun was rising somewhere outside the city and the first rays of sunlight were piercing the clouds.
On that day a deal was struck for Rain to join the Uzumaki Alliance so that their grandchildren could see the same sky they did. Without much ceremony Hito signed the agreement. Now came the hard part- they'd have to stay in power until the Uzumaki Alliance was finalized.
~Waruis Theme~
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 4:10 pm
Sunset that day saw Warui walking homeward bound. Framed in the angry red glare of the sun- Warui set to thinking about his situation as he moved cradling his wounded shoulder and had. The flow of blood had stopped... but it was still possible for it to get infected. He would retire to Leaf for a bit- their medical facilities were top notch.
~Waruis Theme~
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 8:09 pm
Standing on the rubble of the condemned down Hito stood, a few more scars added to his pretty complexion. To his right and left stood armed guards but the crowed was disciplined and silent,
"Aye... you lot 'ot balls still or we 'ot ta' staple some on 'ya?" Hito asked, addressing the group before him.
The ninja looked from one to another as the keeled, showing respect to their Kage.
"AYE! I ASKED YOU LOT A QUESTION- THAT I DID!" He barked, a spark of passion
The group eventually collectively murmured something to the effect of, "We've got a pair" but the zeal was missing.
"AYE! I DON'T THINK YA' DO BOYS! IF YE' 'AD A PAIR I'D BE TALK'N TA' MEN! NOT LIT'ALL GIRLLYS! SO GROW A PAIR RIGHT QUICK, CAUSE' RAIN IS MOVE'N OUT- THAT THEY ARE- TA' HONOR 'AT BLEED'EN TREATY! SO MAN UP, KISS YER' WIVES, KISS YER' WHORES, AND KISS YER' LITTLE GIRLS BEFORE YE' LEAVE- 'CAUSE WHEN WE COME BACK FROM SNOW YA' WON'T BE THE NAKED SISSY BOYS I SEE BEFER' ME! NO! NO YOU LOT WON'T! YOU LOT WILL BE MEN! YOU LOT WILL BE NINJA WORTHY OF WEAR'N 'AT HEADBAND! NO MAN UP AND MOVE OUT!" He roared drawing his cutlass out and challanging each and every man before him to dare to oppose him.
"MOVE OUT!"
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