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A large ball of dust and dirt can be seen blazing through the desert, rolling at a high speed. The speed at which it rolled was phenominal, reaching at least 65 miles per hour as it picked up dirt and dust along the way. Most obstacles were rolled over, with the brown substance that made the sphere continually regenerating when the layer of sand couldn't protect from the puncture. Its path seemed to shift, heading directly for the man sitting upon the burning sands. Any creature able to s**t in his path would prompty do so as the fecal matter literally tried to force itself from the person's body and leap at the sphere. Holding it in would cause it to try and leave the body in some other way, such as exploding forcibly.

He'd not even get to charge his chakra as...

SLAM!

...a bigass ball of s**t comes rolling through at 65 miles per hour to pwn the living HELL out of Devil. All the ball had picked up thus far, including a few now dead animals, had made it very heavy, VERY smelly, and very deadly. The sand within it was hardly sand anymore, mixed with the fecal matter and under Jack's control. Such a large mass going so fast would be difficult to dodge, especially while taking a s**t.

The ball rolled past, oddly leaving Devil's s**t behind as it quickly circled back around. The s**t that Devil had left behind quickly changed shape into a ramp of sorts, and as the ball returned it was launched into the air, right at Devil. The outter edges became spiked while the surface became very sticky and gooey. If he got hit, which was damned likely with no leverage in midair, he'd not only be pierced by solid s**t, but he'd get stuck to the sphere.

The water that simple didn't run off because he refused to allow his s**t to be dissolved or dilluted, was absorbed. The outside was gooey in spots anyhow, so he merely regulated the water content to his liking, drawing anything else into himself. The ball stopped in midair, hanging for a moment before beginning to fall once more. It would be received by the ramp that had allowed it to launch into the air, the spikes fading as the gooey outside began to coat with dust while it began charging about the desert again. The aura of black magic began to infuse the sphere as it made its passes in a wide circle around the ramp.

The ball stopped suddenly and seemed to root itself in the ground, reshaping to direct the point of a cove towards the water. When the water struck a significant amount began to be absorbed and simply shot back as water that was laden with fecal matter, the rest rolling off the sides as he continually pushed s**t forward into the cone. The ball itself seemed to be getting soggy as it grew in size. The dark aura around the cone of s**t only seemed to increase as he seemed to be rather on the defensive save for his inventive counter.

A pity however that the s**t was already in a solid form, which is what happens when you freeze something. Altering the consistency and contents the ice was left behind. If the sands spoken of were around Devil, there simply wouldn't be any, for the fool had launched himself high into the air. If they refered to that around the speeding ball, it'd get hit time and again during creation by the speeding sphere, making it damned useless. Within the sphere the dark aura continued to grow.

Twenty feet was not nearly enough to take any action after landing before

-=SLAM=-

He gets hit, AGAIN, but the huge ball of s**t. He'd get maybe one handseal started before he'd get hit by the semi at 65mph force of the ball of s**t. What the hell was this guy thinking?