Not one but x2 demon caves

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

Guarding
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The Venator is surrounded by a protective aura, granting them the ability to protect themselves against opponents.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Venator is surrounded by a protective aura, granting a +5 sacred bonus to Armour Points within 10 meters of the user. This bonus increases by +5 per Class Level. At "B" Class the user gains an additional +5 sacred bonus.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must know Judgment.

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Down in this dank cave opening broiled trouble but Claie waste worried. With her pistol bow, 200 lb draw rifle bow and 60 lb recurve most things would drop instantly. She carried with her the 10 slots of bolts with boreheads, razor flectching, a stabilizer on the rifle for better distance. She stood at the mouth of its opening, glaring, a singula imp staring up at her from the mouth of the cave. Thunder was infected with these things too, caves had been opening up all across the Ninja World, but this one was unlucky enough to fall under her eyes. Exuding an aura of pure dominance, her eyes began to glow bright, a fine mist surrounding her as she challenged the abomination with wits alone.

It glared back but faltered slightly, her teeth bared in a smug grin that gave off nothing but confidence. The response to this withering glare was a rock, thick and heavy hurled from the hole. It his the aura and bounced off, her smirk only deepening. "Come on out little shit, don't throw things. Distance is my specialty." Overhead her massive eagle, Krogger, circled, its shadow sweeping over them both. "Now do I have to come in there and wrench you out by your scawny neck or---" A line of fire flew out and she raised her arms to block it but the aura did so for her instead, her snarl deep and primal suddenly. "ALRIGHT YOU FUCK, I'M COMING DOWN!" It was all a ruse, a lure to get her to come down.

Flicking her eyes up, she scanned the treeline calling out to the mysterious noise of footsteps. "Who's out there?" Her had went to her loaded pistol bow, slipping on her zooming goggles and hood. She put one leg in the cave entrance and the other towards the sound, waiting.

[| Satoru Takagi | 悟高木]

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Zeus's Bolt
Rank: C Rank
Skill: Nin
Effect: The user is able to make a three foot long lightning bolt in their hand which they can throw at that opponent.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: By focusing chakra in the center of the palm the use is able to send lightning from the center of the palm to make a three foot long lightning bolt in their hand which is able to be thrown like a javelin.
Limit: Lightning Release Skill (Raiton no Jutsu).

[/font]  He cried out, holding his right arm with the lightning javelin out to the side to show he had no intent of throwing it at her.  Now clearly in sight, he looked past her into the cave and his heart skipped a beat; there was an imp deep within, and it looked as though it was preparing another attack in the instant when her focus was distracted - by him, of course.  He reacted without waiting for a further word from the gunbow-toting female, rearing back and hurling the bolt of electricity in an arc towards the imp.  Its flight trajectory would take it pretty close to the woman he'd startled - not close enough to harm, but close nonetheless.  The instant it left his hand to take flight, he realized that may not have been the best move on his part... but he couldn't just let the imp blind-side her, could he? Now, all he could do was watch and see what happened in the next split second.[/ul]

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Learned Claire

+16 San

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

Greater Judgment
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The Venator can pronounce Greater Judgment upon their foes.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Greater Judgment work like normal Judgment, but a Venator must have a minimum Class Level before gaining access to them. Must learn this technique before they are able to learn the Greater Judgment.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must know Judgment.

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Turning to see the sight of the young man she immediately taped into the energeies within her body. It had been quite some time since she had gone deep for the greater energies, her fingers whipping up the pistol bow and taking aim at the young man. He held something in his hand though...what was it? The sight of the golden thing in his had sparked a few memories and she looked back on them, back in class, her history class to the gods. The one who threw powers from his hands. Her fingers tingled at the thought but nothing really came to them, just hot air, well not really, but no powers came radiating.

The same hand she was aiming towards the sudden company was the same one she was attempting to channel her energy through, straining slightly, her thin muscles tensing. "Whatever youre holding, drop it." She warned, squinting, taking the time to really aim down her sights, no way she could miss from this distance. Her grip on the pistol handle got hot, wet with her sweat as she had met a potential hostile way over here in the land of thunder...were Kumo and Suna enemies? she hadn't even looked into it.. in her hand the weapon swayed slightly.

In light of her new company she didn't even pay the cave any attention, not even the chittering and squeals that came from it. She knew it was plot, everyone and everything in the world had its own plans and devices, even Clair, but the idea that imps could put together anything other than the thought to throw things at her. And that is the exactly what they were planning, to throw something. Her eyes even looked at them, their hands hidden being their backs and back to the man in the field. "Whatever that is put it do-" She was only faintly aware of the static noise that flew through the air and landed beside her in the opening.

The imp squealed and she rolled to her feet, aimed and nearly fired right at the boy in front of her. "I say drop it and you hurl a fucking bolt of LIGHTNING AT ME?!" she practically screamed, shaking her arms, the weapon waving. A small bit of light began to shine at the end of hew bolt, it had no special properties just that it would hurt a whole lot if she hit him. He had pretty much saved her, and himself maybe? Deeper down in this cane there was something stirring and she could feel it, sense it rumbling around and it was no push over. Should she thank him? Her potential ally attacker?

Instead she took a long breath, focsing that bit of divine energy and shot half blind at the hole she dove away from. With a short huff she listened to shocked screech and the tiny voice of some poor demon she had speared through the shoulder. Damn imps. Without taking her eyes off Satoru she trudged over to the hole, only then breaking line of sight with the male. "I know there is something going on in here, little shit." She spat down at the imp, kneeling and tapping the arrow painfully with her pistol bow. "Now am I going to have to be rough with you, or are you going to play along with me, hmm?"

[| Satoru Takagi | 悟高木]

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Zeus's Bolt
Rank: C Rank
Skill: Nin
Effect: The user is able to make a three foot long lightning bolt in their hand which they can throw at that opponent.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: By focusing chakra in the center of the palm the use is able to send lightning from the center of the palm to make a three foot long lightning bolt in their hand which is able to be thrown like a javelin.
Limit: Lightning Release Skill (Raiton no Jutsu).

Satoru grimaced at the strangled cries of the imp as his lightning javelin smacked into it, but a few seconds later he found himself wide-eyed with his own shock as the woman screamed at him and took aim.  He crouched low to the ground, trying to make himself as small as possible in terms of being a target, eyeing the glowing tip of the payload leveled right at him.  Yeah, he'd definitely startled her; perhaps he did deserve a bit of a tongue lashing for the introduction he'd given of himself.  If he'd been in her shoes, and some skinny twerp came bounding out of the woods hurling lightning bolts in his direction, he probably wouldn't have had the presence of mind to keep from attacking right back - instantly.  So, he made a mental note to thank her for that... if their encounter made it that far.  To his relief, she turned her attention towards the wounded imp after a moment, giving him pause enough to gather himself once more.

He collected his cast-off cloak and quarterstaff and slung them over his left shoulder before proceeding to approach the cave more directly.  The woman he'd saved - he kept telling himself he had actually done her a favor and not a disservice - was interrogating the imp he'd struck.  That was an odd enough sight on its own, but as his eyes came under the shade of the cave's mouth, he cast them around to take in the rest of the environment, and quickly realized there were further oddities here.  Shit, he thought to himself darkly, assessing the situation.  While She of the Mighty Bow-Gun-Thing^TM was playing bad-cop with the imp, there was another one scampering along the cave wall as quiet as a shadow, likely just beyond her field of vision as she bore down on the simpering quarry in the floor.  Further down the wall, he barely caught a glimpse of another one, shuffling through the shadows.  They were moving on a tangent to each other, suggesting... Oh... oh.  Well, fuck.  He sprang into action wordlessly, barely registering that this would likely get him yelled at again.

He dropped the grey cloak and the staff into a heap on the floor of the cave, falling into a half-crouch and extending his right arm once again, pooling his chakra in his palm and compressing it until it crackled into life as another bolt-like javelin, white-blue and wild in the darkness of the cave.  This one felt a little more solid to him; the thrum of it in his palm was warm and fuzzy, just like when he'd learned how to charge kunai and shuriken with electricity not so long ago.  It was a feeling he'd come to both enjoy and respect; the pitch of the thrum along his skin was a very lively indicator of just how close he was to shocking himself, when it came to simply charging handheld items... with the case of a wild, raging bolt of lightning like this?  He didn't care to think what might happen if he overdid the chakra pre-loading or the actual electrical charge-up.  Hell, he didn't have time to ponder it at the moment; the nearer of the two imps he'd noticed was already taking aim at the woman he'd already saved once.

The lightning bolt javelin ready to go, he lunged forward onto one foot, heaving his upper body forward in concert with the lunging of his right arm in a great arc upwards, releasing the javelin at the top of the motion.  It had scarcely left his right hand before he was reaching within himself to summon up another rush of chakra; this he surged to his left palm as he twisted on his planted toes, bringing his right arm across his torso to his waist in follow-through and lifting his free foot to cross his other knee for balance as he spun on the spot, barely forming another javelin of wild, crackling electricity in his offhand in the time it took him to complete the motion.  As his free foot came crashing back down to the earth, the spin complete, his left arm swung wide in a sweeping curve before him, releasing this bolt back-handed.  The first met its mark - the imp further down the wall - barely an instant before the second smacked into the nearer one.  The resultant fizzling pop of the two projectiles discharging basically simultaneously was overly loud in the confined space, and absolutely delightful to the young shinobi's ears.

He had to bite back a grin as he came out of the follow-through from his double throw, rising back to full height and looking over at the nearer of the two imps he'd struck, doing everything in his power to seem as totally nonchalant as possible - and, more importantly, to absolutely under NO circumstances make eye-contact with the woman by whose head he'd just flung two more lightning bolts.  That totally made it three times that he'd saved her in as many minutes, right?

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Claire: +20.
Satoru: +14; Learned.

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

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As she bore over the creature she smiled in that sadistic way that always sent chills down the spine, his grip so tight on her piston bow as she took aim at the cretin beneath her. Its wide buggy eyes suddenly large with clarity of the situation on hand. It spoke in some strange tongue, and she inches the bow in closer, wedging it between sharp teeth. "In common, or i'll just off you and move on to the next." The way the tip of the bowgun glowed was swallowed up by the darkness of it jowls though there was a certain something about this light that refused to be snuffed out.

Sneering, Mr Zusain Bolt^TM shot past her much like his name would imply, preforming his heroic duty to fell the creatures within while she interrogated the hell out of this little welp. When it refused to talk she angled the bow and spearing the bolt through its cheek, trusting that this other individual would keep the imp off her. The razor fletching cut the skin that much worse and she took her time reloading her pistol, not in any particular rush. "Hard way huh?" She muttered, clicking the bolt in place. "That is my favorite too." With a childish laugh she jammed the bow in its mouth and pulled the trigger.

Ichor went everywhere but she wasn't bothered, more so she hated that she was going to have to YELL AT THIS IDIOT FOR THROWING THINGS AT HER! The hum of his bolts was a little annoying, distracting, made her miss her target. The bolt missed the spinal column and embedded into the back of the throat, pinning the imp in place. No need to kill it, no other abomination would want a crippled brethren in its ranks. "Poor thing." She coed, her bow beginning to dim. When she thought about why she was doing this, why she was hunting so eagerly she remembered her past. All these things cared about was torturing...well the shoe was on the other foot. With a grunt she stomped on its throat, crushing the windpipe, her weapon beginning to glow once more. Just because she didnt need to kill it didnt mean shit.

When all the commotion died down she had a splatter of black across her face, her boots and leggings, her eyes suddenly bright with the holy power that coursed through her veins. The curse of a Venators retribution. "You done playing with the small frys over there, guy?" She quipped, walking towards him with a smile that cut from ear to ear, or would have if she could, the eerie tone of the cave doing nothing to help. "They smell you now, you know?" She waved around the opening of the cave, towards its deeper belly. "And once they smell you they sink their claws in, and no matter how far you run they find you.' The glow of her bolt tip spread down its shaft till it practically illuminated her. "Let's go eradicate a demon nest."

Biting her lip she began a backwards trot, her cloak melting into darkness as the light from her eyes and weapon like a flashlight. If he followed or not, she'd just track him. As if to accentuate her point Krogger landed hard at the entrance and looked at him.

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+20.

[| Satoru Takagi | 悟高木]

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Futon: Eakobushi
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates two giant arms and fist made of air that stays behind the user. The mimic the users fist and can stretch out and attack the opponent. They are strong enough to punch through and break to pieces rock, cause holes in mountains, and destroy fortifications. What makes this jutsu even more deadly is its versatility as the fist can operate likes hands allowing them an unlimited range of movement, even grabbing things.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: Moving apart of the body other then the hands and arms will cause the air fist to dissipate.
Description: The user forms the handseals as air begins to gather in a large ball above them. Its splits as two large funnels are formed and begin to take the appearance of fist and arms. They seem to grow from behind the users back as the user can no control them. Th hands can punch, grab, throw and move like limbs normally would.
Limit: Must have Wind Release

[/font] he quipped nervously, subconsciously taking a step back. It didn't present itself as immediately threatening but... still, it was fucking HUGE! Thinking to himself a garbled version of the whole discretion-greater-valor philosophy, he turned on his heel and bolted headlong into the cave, quite sure that the terrifying woman may be his best chance and getting back out of this whole mess alive. Several paces in, his eyes could only just pick out the faint golden glow of that weapon of hers farther down the cavern. She had a pretty good lead, but he could catch up in no time. He tucked his head down and launched himself at full tilt into the darkness, operating on the idea that if she had continued ahead unmolested, he could at least make it to her location without any trouble himself.

It was only the faintest tug on his left great toe that confirmed his working theory was absolute garbage. Mid-stride, he tucked himself into a forward roll instinctively, sure that he'd clipped a tripwire of some sort. When he came to rest, hands planted on the ground before him with his left knee up almost to his chin, he threw his icy blue gaze everywhere around him as quickly as he could, searching for any sign of trouble. For a moment, it seemed as though he may have imagined it. He looked back down the increasingly-dark stoney way and realized he could no longer see any sign of the woman he'd been hoping to catch up to. In the instant in which he registered this, there came the slightest sound of shifting gravel. He whipped his head around and could faintly see an outline in the last few rays of light from outside. An outline that seemed to be growing rather bigger by the second. ...FUCK. He pushed himself backwards an instant before a massive stone column came crashing sideways across the path, splitting the ground upon which he'd just been crouched with an ear-shattering, earth-shuddering thud.  Dust and bits of gravel flew everywhere; he had to cover his face with a fold of his cloak to shield his eyes from the almost explosive cloud that had been whipped up.

He stayed stock-still for a moment, every sense on edge, waiting for more hell to be unleashed.  How had he sprung the trap when She of the Mighty Bow-Gun-Thing^TM hadn't?  Regardless, he was lucky to be alive, and now had other problems to deal with.  He rose to his feet with a sigh, regarding the hulking wall of stone he now had to traverse.  He could probably climb or even vault over it, but it occurred to him that this was an excellent time to try out another of the jutsu he'd brought along to work on.  He tucked his chin down and closed his eyes, bringing his hands together before his solar plexus and beginning to rattle off a long series of seals.  Chakra well up within him, swirling into his belly.  It was a significantly more difficult jutsu than any he'd worked on so far; he'd only even elected to try it out as a challenge to himself.  As he focused, recalling the details of the scroll, he surged his chakra into the air above himself.  It swirled into a ball of wind, and soon split, arcing down towards his back in two great funnels.  As they connected, he had to will himself to retain his control of the chakra; the rush of it was almost dizzying.  It felt like he had grown two hulking appendages of wind from his scapulae.  They were loose and formless, but he could practically feel their weight.  Something wasn't quite right with them.  He shifted his feet to better his balance, and to his dismay, the funnels of wind instantly dissipated.

Oh, crap, I forgot about that, he thought darkly.  There was a bit in the scroll about how he could only move his arms and hands while operating the jutsu.  This in mind, he locked his knees and found a comfortable balance before again clasping his hands together in a series of somewhat stumbling seals.  He had to think about each one before executing it, willing the comparably large amounts of chakra to mold into form as he moved through the series.  He knew it'd be a big undertaking to get this right, but he wasn't so easily daunted.  He felt the swirling ball form and again split to reach down and meet his back.  This time, it felt a little more solid; his footing was much more secure and he could focus a lot on more on the manipulation of his chakra.  Willing himself onward, he became aware of the tactile sensation of great limbs once again, and to his delight, felt them rectify a moment later.  The funneling appendages seemed to solidify, falling forward before him in the same flexed shape as his arms, the great elbows of wind resting upon the cave floor and sending little bits of dust and rock flying.  Two massive hands of wind had formed at the end of them, clasped together in the same Rabbit seal he'd been holding as he finished preparing the jutsu.  Good ol' Rabbit, he thought to himself.  It was one of his favorite handseals, being the singular required for his favorite jutsu of all time.

Satisfied that he had achieved at least something workable, he lifted his gaze to the heap of stone before him.  He slowly released the Rabbit seal, bringing his hands apart delicately.  With a slight breeze that ruffled his hair, the great wind-hands before him mimicked their motions in perfect time.  Testing his control, he clenched and unclenched both fists, grinning in delight when the fists of wind did the same.  Feeling there was little left to do but try them out, he drew back his right arm and let it fly in a straight punch.  The wind-fist followed suit, smacking into the rock with a huge thud; he could feel the impact of it shudder up the wind-arm.  There wasn't exactly much else in the way of an effect, but it clued him into just how much tactile feedback he could perceive through them.  Nodding to himself, he spread the wind-arms wide, palms turned forward and fingers splayed out, and slammed both hands into the side of the rock with as much might as he could muster.  The impact was tremendous, and he could visibly see the silhouette of stone shudder as it slid back a few feet along the floor of the cave.  He let out a chuckle in spite of himself; he'd just shoved a massive wall of rocky death across the floor.  That was almost ridiculous to consider.  His confidence bolstered by the results, he drew back his right arm and slammed the wind-fist into the rock with all his might.  A beat later, he followed with the left fist,then the right again, relishing in the thunderous impact of blow upon blow echoing throughout the cavern as the pillar was slowly pulverized.  It was going to take some work, but he could already feel the crumbling of rock against his wind-knuckles as each blow ground more and more into it, pushing it back a few inches and blasting off a cloud of dust and gravel with every strike.

Hell, whether it was really all that effective or not could be damned; this was downright fun.[/ul]

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

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As she danced into the darkness she could already feel the presence around her darkening, growing more and more sensitive to the darker minds that were persisting in this area. Ghouls, imps, specters and the like. All of them were just hanging off of her practically, her grip on the weapon making the bow glow a blinding gold in color, making her out to be a beacon of retribution to these freaks of nature. No, not nature. Even the most ferocious beast in nature had an elegant beauty to it, these? These were monsters of the absolute worst kind, that fed on fear and weakness and fueled this righteous anger inside her that made her wish she could walk back up to that demon who had chased her out of her home.

It was back then she had felt it, just a little girl with all her innocence intact but cursed with a blight greater than any one human being should have to bear. The light inside her had burned like an arrow lodged in her chest, every breath had been a painful and torturous experience, but she thought that was the fear taking over. Even when she could hear all the going ons of her family being slaughtered it wasn't her cried that gave her away it was this light. That same light that radiated out of her palm and imbued her weapon with the furious power of divinity. Ironic how a power born form fear was now used to strike that same fear into those who had afflicted it upon her.

Behind her there was the skittering of scales and the tumble of rocks, her weapon swinging around to find its source only to have absolutely nothing be there. That was the tricks they played, how they got under your skin. With a snarl she was about to set off after one, to slink into the darkness once more when the ground shoot and she fell, the pistol bow leaving her grip. "No! Damnit!" She had other weapons. The light of her pistol bow died off but she was already drawing her recurve bow, bounding off after the sound. With a loud screech Krogger took off, flapping hard, skirting the massive pathway with its body. She wouldn't be able to take him too far in, but even as she hunted the bow glowed, low at first, its countenance drinking in her anger, her fury, instilling this weapon with the sudden flow of anger she felt. An angel without mercy.

Her eyes began to glow, bright and golden, searching the darkness for the boy from earlier, her features stony from the flashback. Scaling a rock she umped over an edge only to be cooped up by Krogger who flew silently now, coasting through the air till she spotted Satoru and clicked her tongue, guiding Krogger over head and leaping down. The wind flapped at her cheeks and she landed into a smooth roll, her glowing recurve resting on Satoru' shoulder. As a stand she used it, releasing a bolt into a target only she saw. Where the projectile hit gold specs flew and a screech went out, down below an angered grumble rattling the cane. "Hear that?" She whispered excitedly, her face giving off no emotion. "Someone doesn't like us being here, causing a mess." The second bolt was fractions of a second, notched, loaded and released into dark.

It sparked and lit a small light, in the infinitesimal darkness they were surrounded. Absolutely surrounded. "Hold onto me." She muttered, raising her hand and clicking her tongue, Krogger sweeping through the dark to snatch her up,and potential Sotaru, spinning in the air to saddle them both

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Satoru: +20.
Claire: +20; Learned.

[| Satoru Takagi | 悟高木]

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Futon: Eakobushi
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates two giant arms and fist made of air that stays behind the user. The mimic the users fist and can stretch out and attack the opponent. They are strong enough to punch through and break to pieces rock, cause holes in mountains, and destroy fortifications. What makes this jutsu even more deadly is its versatility as the fist can operate likes hands allowing them an unlimited range of movement, even grabbing things.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: Moving apart of the body other then the hands and arms will cause the air fist to dissipate.
Description: The user forms the handseals as air begins to gather in a large ball above them. Its splits as two large funnels are formed and begin to take the appearance of fist and arms. They seem to grow from behind the users back as the user can no control them. Th hands can punch, grab, throw and move like limbs normally would.
Limit: Must have Wind Release

[/i] arms, he hauled up on the rock pillar.  He wasn't sure if he'd even expected it to... well, he wasn't sure what he'd expected.  When it actually lifted into the air in his wind-hands, he was so shocked he almost dropped the jutsu (and the several-ton rock-wall-pillar death-trap) altogether.  But, surely as the imp scampering away on the other side, he had lifted it clear of the cave floor.  It felt weighty in his real arms; about like trying to pick up a barbell over-handed, since he'd been forced to grab the top of this pillar over-handed.  He wouldn't be able to hold it up for long, but he didn't really need to.  Now that he knew he could, in fact, lift something of its size and weight, he could quite readily just clear his path and be done with it.  He swung it to the side, and was instantly rewarded by the awful feedback of the pillar's base slamming into the cave wall.  He'd moved it so quickly that the sudden impact sent a horrible twinge right into his right shoulder.  In the darkness, he'd not been able to see just how long (or wide, as it was sideways) the pillar actually was, and had therefore completely misjudged his ability to maneuver it sideways in the cave.  He strained himself to hold on, but the painful twinge that had rocketed up his right arm was a bit too distracting, and he simply let go.  The fists unclenched; the arms dissipated with a breeze; the pillar smashed into the ground with another earth-shaking thump.

Satoru slouched a bit, reaching up to rub his aching shoulder.  The shoulder upon which he suddenly took note of a GLOWING RECURVE BOW.

"Holy SHIT!"  He shouted as the bow loosed its arrow.  He stood rooted in place, too terrified to move as the woman's voice whispered right into his ear.  A chill ran down his spine as he took in what she was saying.  She was so calm and collected about it, yet also seemed strangely excited.  What in the hell was actually with this woman?  This was the closest he'd been to her, and he realized quite suddenly that her very being seemed to exude a sort of... what was it?  A presence, perhaps.  An aura, but not in the visible sense (despite the actual literal aura, that was different yet the same too)... there was just something about her that seemed to be a bit more than any one of his five senses could take in.  And that something was most prevalent in the glowing of her weapons and those soul-piercing golden eyes.  How the hell did she do that and where could he buy some for himself?  He was pulled from his thoughts rather suddenly though as she suggested that he hold on to her.  For a half a second he considered how to respond, but then he took note of the descending mega-bird from before.  The one that had been the one and only legitimate reason he'd run headlong into a dark cave after killing a couple of hellions and running into a terrifying woman.  The bird was the one thing more terrifying than the woman and it was COMING RIGHT FUCKING AT THEM.

He didn't even mean to actually follow her suggestion of hanging onto her; when he saw that eagle swooping down at them, he absolutely CLUNG TO HER out of PURE UNBRIDLED HORROR, somehow managing not to squeal like a complete idiot as he screwed his eyes shut, burying his face in her shoulder and awaiting whatever horrible fate was in store for him.  He could vaguely make out the world around him spinning and a sudden gust smacking his poofy white hair around.  He peeked one eye open, took note of the fact that he now appeared to be on the great bird's BACK FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY, and squeezed onto the clearly-psychotic woman with even more might, horrified of dropping or being eaten or gods-knew-what-else.[/ul]

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

Typhoon Struggle
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The Venator chooses a melee or ranged weapon to fill with divine martial spirit.
Special: ---
Drawback: A Venator must be "C" Class before they may learn this Greater Judgment.
Description: A duplicate weapon made of pure force is created per Class Level they possess. For 5 rounds per Class Level, the Venator's chosen melee or ranged weapon successfully strikes a target, the duplicates also inflict damage as they had also attacked the opponent. the duplicate weapons deal only base damage; bonuses are not applied. This judgment is dismissed if the Venator is no longer wielding the weapon (such as if they were disarmed or gave the weapon to another person.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must know Greater Judgment.

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Even as Krogger twisted and dove down into the darkness below she knew he wouldnt fit into the finger areas of the cave. With her weapon tight in hand she caught sight of her pistol bow tumbling down after her, catching it with a stoic face. "Planned." Not really. The recurve was put away in favor of the pistol bow, her hand turning it over slowly as her grip around the smooth polished grip began to glow its ominous golden hue. Hello old friend." She suddenly broke out in a wide smile, wishing she had more of these things, something to really spice up this adventure down here. Hell, one could never have too many bows under the correct circumstances. As her grip glowed it seemed to flux, wisping off her arm and back.

Paying it no mind she whirred around to face Zeusien she was still grinning, still covered in imps blow, still glowing. It was like an awkward Disney scene. "Names Claire." She shot out her other hand to meet his, her peripheral catching the flickering of eyes in the darkness. Dire Imps. Dire imps were the uglier cousin of the standard, faster, stronger....stupider. With a quick twisting maneuver an a gasp she had spun around, loaded her pistol, knelt and aimed. Int his first increment it would be impossible to miss. When she fired she did do with all that forward inertia from her spin. From overhead a small spark went off, the phantom image of another crossbow forming and flickering out of view. Not enough juice.

As if to accentuate the force of the blow the imp not only flew back but the bolt pinned it to the wall and Krogger tilted its head slightly. Close ranges on the back of an eagle made for dicey situations. Turning her eyes back to Satoru she resumed the extended handshake, standing swiftly as krogger leveled out, stop though there was still several meters of cave to go. "He is much too big to fit it seems, thats fine." With her glowing body, or body parts she hopped off the back of the avian and walked the finely worn path this demon much have walked a million times. If she had more bows...more things to shoot with...if only. The will-o-wisp on her arm drifting through the air, leaving a trail of light.

"Come on slow poke, I'm not waiting for you." She called back loudly, looking to excite a riot and bring the real action running towards then. Whatver was in here was going down today, she wanted to make sure of it, even if that meant taking too much a risk in and of itself. "so the plan it to shoot all the things, kill all the stuff and leave like nothing happened." She talked, probably to no one if her company hadnt come up. It was just them, literally, she noticed the loose gear of her crossbow. "No no no!" She cradled it like one would a baby, pouting. Her glowing appendage enveloping the weapon now, her hopes getting up that maybe it was fixing it...but to no avail. She held out her damaged weapon, pouting but the gold aura held fast, molding to the bows shape.

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Satoru: +20.
Claire: +16.

[| Satoru Takagi | 悟高木]

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Futon: Eakobushi
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates two giant arms and fist made of air that stays behind the user. The mimic the users fist and can stretch out and attack the opponent. They are strong enough to punch through and break to pieces rock, cause holes in mountains, and destroy fortifications. What makes this jutsu even more deadly is its versatility as the fist can operate likes hands allowing them an unlimited range of movement, even grabbing things.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: Moving apart of the body other then the hands and arms will cause the air fist to dissipate.
Description: The user forms the handseals as air begins to gather in a large ball above them. Its splits as two large funnels are formed and begin to take the appearance of fist and arms. They seem to grow from behind the users back as the user can no control them. Th hands can punch, grab, throw and move like limbs normally would.
Limit: Must have Wind Release

[ooc: *chokes*]

[/sup] was clearly not a human being at all but some sort of Sage of the Thirteenth fucking Path or something and she GLOWED. Maybe those mushrooms he'd been foraging for earlier weren't the correct choice to supplement his nutrition for today's training. He was snatched from his thoughts by the sound of her voice above the thumping of bigbird wings, and he peeked one eye just barely enough to make out the silhouette of a hand, proffered in some absolutely ridiculous effigy of NORMAL GREETING. NOW OF ALL TIMES.

Trembling like a brand-new twig on a sapling standing unprotected upon the open hillside in an exquisite springtide Kumogakure thunderstorm, he stretched out his hand and clasped hers nervously, blinking in genuine bewilderment at the simple name she offered up. This hellion-dispatching, dire bigbird-commanding, golden-body-bits-glowing Sage of the Thirteenth fucking Path creature of HOLY MAJESTY was called... Claire? Yep. Mushrooms were a bad choice. He jumped out of his skin as she took aim with her weapon and loosed another bolt, whipping his head around to see what she'd even been shooting at. His eyes bugged out a bit as he took note of another bow apparently made of light pop into existence for an instant, briefly illuminating what appeared to be a seething hoarde of much larger imp-like creatures. They were everywhere. Grand.

"Um," he stuttered as the eagle came to a landing, giving her hand a quick shake before tumbling down off its back and into a heap on the cave floor. "S-Satoru, name-times. Mine. Um. My, is name? Takagi-agi. Um!" He struggled around his words for a moment, still convincing himself that he really was back on solid ground. The relief of this revelation was very short lived, though; as he lifted his gaze to track the Venator's movements and get his bearings, he took note of a very peculiar shifting in the shadows, a good fifteen meters from where he now stood. His eyes weren't adjusted enough to the inky darkness to pick out anything of detail, but whatever the movement was, it had moved in the direction of Claire.

As she let off some quips about kicking names and taking ass (wait what), he silently gathered himself together, calming his mind and taking up a steady, balanced stance. He brought his hands together and reeled off a series of seals, surging chakra through his body and into a ball above him. The handseals came to him a bit more readily this time, and in a trice, he felt the funnels of wind connect with his shoulderblades. The huge arms pulsed into life with a gentle breeze that washed over him from head to toe, bringing him a momentary peace as it rippled through his cloak and tossed his hair around some more. The feeling of wind against his body always helped him to focus, for some reason. He flexed his arms after finishing the jutsu, relishing in the delightful tactile feedback of the wind-arms responding in kind. Claire was now going on about something else; she seemed clearly distracted by something of significance. He had to move now.

He reared back with his right wind-arm first, taking in a deep breath before slinging it forward in a pile-driver punch. It smashed into... well, something a lot softer and squishier than the wall of a cave would be. A lot warmer, too. A horrifying, strangled, bloodcurdling screech echoed throughout the cave - his instincts had been right, and his massive wind-fist had clearly met his mark. It was only a split second later though that his left fist slammed down into the same spot, crushing the squishy dire imp and silencing its cry in one go. Satoru frowned to himself; working with the pillar, he'd been very slow and deliberate with his movements, and hadn't noticed that there was a definite weight to the windy appendages. They felt sluggish; this would never do in the situation in which he now found himself, as he could practically feel the chattering hatred of a whole swarm of hellish creatures slinking towards him in response to his previous assault. He let out the breath he was holding and took another, reaching deep within himself and hauling up a comparably massive pool of chakra. Focusing it on his own physical arms, pushing it through every fiber of every muscle from deltoids to biceps and triceps, down into the pronator teres and extensor digitorum, then... well, at that point, his ability to recall the names of muscles kind of petered out - he'd have to buy an anatomy book and brush up sometime when he wasn't facing down hellish death in droves of darkness. Nevertheless, he gradually felt the weight on his own arms diminish. A moment later, he hauled back with his right arm and was delighted to feel how smoothly the corresponding wind-arm responded. It felt much lighter now, and as such, he felt he could move them about with a bit more freedom.  Grace, even.

"Oh.  Fuck, yeah."

With an absolutely ridiculous grin, he set to smashing his wind-fists into the general area in which he had seen the silhouettes of dire imps crawling around. Right-left, right-left, one-two, one-two, over and over he swung and pummeled into the squishy little pack of them, trying not to take too terribly much wonderful amazing beautiful delight in the sudden cacophony of anguished, twisting screams that echoed around the cavern. He'd almost completely forgotten about Claire, who should still only be a few meters away from him. He was having far too much fun pulverizing the dire imps she'd so cryptically mentioned had his scent. Let the little shits come, then, he thought to himself as he brought both wind-fists up, clenched them together into one great ball of knuckles and wind and tormet, and smashed them down together into a growing pile of bedraggled dire imps. There was a telltale sound of flesh meeting rock - many times over - as they were flung in every direction by the impact of the blow. I got two things for 'em and they're larger than life!

He was so absorbed in smashing through the little pack of dire imps that he'd neglected to take note of a few very key points.  Firstly, that he was basically beating up the same five or six of them in their little corner.  Secondly, that most of the pack had split off as his wind-fists came crashing down at first.  And finally, that the aforementioned "most" had circled around and was now bearing down on him at speed.[/ul]

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

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There wasn't much he couldn't do with those giant wind fists, or whatever but she hadnt been paying them much attention during the walk, instead beside her, slightly over shoulder, a bow as forming to a more solidified form of pure force. Like some sort of Green Lanterns ring deal it manifested out of her will power and gave off a faint glow that normally would have startled her. Wait yeah, it did startle her. "HOOOLY HELL!" Instinctively she ducked and rolled, the bow following without missing a beat till she realized it looked just like her injured weapon she cradled in her arms now. It was possible she had conjured this right?

When the raucous echo's of Sato-whos-it-whats-his-face_TM, AkA Zeusain Bolt_TM, began to echo she hoped he would have sighted demons at first and killed them all. But of course not, he was a rookie. She tuned around, the bow followed, and she ran it down the hallway, puffing, her body blurring in and out of the shadows as she used her goggles to see through this mess. With her unique aided vision of her zoon night vision goggles, she noted he was pummeling a handful of Dire Imps into pulp and their friends were circling him for a death stroke. "Coming in!' She yelled, swinging her pistol around and firing a bolt housing an unfair amount of power.

That bolt struck the ground, sending the imps behind him flying through the air to impact the wall. A second bolt fired though it was not from Claire but instead the lovely apparition of her pistol bow that she carried around with due diligence. Like a holy specter of divine deliverance it hung around over her shoulder firing a bolt between each of her shots but didnt make a single noise, only the scream of an imp of the sharp *Thwack* of its discharged weapon hitting stone gave it away. Like a Rambo inspired action hero she fired, reloaded, fired, reloaded, bolts raining through the air.

Between shots she laughed, a delighted octave to take despite the happenings of this current engagement. More imp, more creatures, more baddies, MORE AMMO. She let loose ten shots and the pattern went from double taps, to trip taps. The addition of a third shot during the mayhem filled her with this odd feeling. Was she firing so fast that her shots were catching up to one another? She fired, and an additional strike rang out, her head whipping around to try and catch sight of the offender. Right beside the first ghostly bow was a second. ANOTHER BOW? UH...YEAH?! Her grin was just filled with glee, the once wet splatter of ichor dried like scabs and her grace filled appendage continued to glow.

"Got anymore juice in there?" She shook her glowing arm, glowing weapon, finding nothing out of the ordinary but this wasn't the time to attack and ponder but the time to attack, and then attack more until it was almost over. Hr friend over there was losing himself to the thrill of battle, he wasnt as honed as she was, she could tell. "Oi, knucklehead!" She called over, rolling, tumbling, flipping over into a position to stick back to back with him. They were surrounded by more than the standard imp. There were dires everywhere, other weird reptile looking beasts crawling the length of the cave walls."It's a shame you all are outnumbered." She quipped, loading her bow, ready to dislodge, her two bows hanging around behind her.

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Satoru: +20.
Claire: +20.

[Camus Comprix]

Raiton – Shouryou (Thunder Style – Azure Dragon Pierce)
Rank: A
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: After the necessary handseals, the user uses their raiton abilities to summon the head of a fierce dragon. It appears sporting a large and bulky fifteen meter diameter, and can move, when shot by the user, at frightening speeds due to its elemental nature, akin to that of a taimaster of the user’s same rank. It has a reach of fifty meters before it dissipates and explodes.
Special: ‘Handseals’ – Hold ‘dragon’ to guide.
Drawback: While it moves fast, it’s intended to shoot in a straight angle, and as such, will move as slow as a taijutsu nonspecialist when turning. During the technique, the ‘dragon’ handseal must be held, making the user unable to perform any other technique while this is active. Easily prematurely detonated by a single ‘A’ ranked attacked that can somehow alter the raiton chakra flow.
Description: Shouriou is an advanced Raiton technique, intended for those that have nearly mastered their element and understand how to make hard, powerful substances from their Raiton chakra. After the handseals are performed, the user summons the head of a blue dragon, consisting purely of deadly shocking chakra. Once the user picks his target, he can shoot the dragon out rapidly in a straight line, with a thing string of raiton chakra left behind as a ‘tail’ so that the user can slowly alter the dragon’s direction halfway. The dragon can travel for up to fifty meters before it explodes in a vibrant fashion, blinding and numbing anyone within ten meters for one turn. A direct hit from this would surely leave the victim unconscious, wounded and severely shocked.
Limit: Raiton Release


Camus had walked past a cave, however whilst walking past said cave he heard sounds of some fuckery going on. He was intrigued, hell, it might of been his favorite type of fuckery. It was rather dark, you know what fixed darkness? One of his favorite elements to manipulate. Lightning. It was dark however, and he wondered what were the inhabitants of the cave were. He poured a small amount of chakra into both of his eyeballs. He started to move into the cave, going through the entrance and allowing himself to peer in with his enhanced eyes. His sight of chakra nature allowed him to see the inhabitants of said cave, many many imps and 2 people. He was about 10 meters away from the girl with the bow. His sight of chakra nature didn't make the dark cave any more bright, but it made the life inside the cave visible, but it didn't work like light and illuminate the rest of the cave. One was that lady that had helped him and that other strange guy with the zombie invasion a while back. It still eluded him how they managed to defeat that jashin.


The imps were apparently hostile, extremely hostile. This was indeed his favorite type of fuckery. Mass murder. For some reason he had developed a thing of sorts for mass murder. He remembered a technique that he saw a ninja saw a while back with his sharingan which allowed him to remember the handseals as if it was yesterday. Perhaps it was yesterday. He didn't know and he didn't care. Point was, he had knowledge of how to perform the technique. The technique was Raiton: Shouryou. It seems pretty legit, he had to try it out. "Seems you guys have a problem here. Mind if I assisted?" He of course was going over the handseals within his mind. Each and every handseal that the technique was comprised of. All twenty-four seals.

Tiger, Ram, Ram, Hare, Boar, Dog, Horse, Dog, Snake, Rat, Ox, Dog, Horse, Monkey, Bird, Snake, Dog, Tiger, Dragon, Ram, Hare, Ox, Snake, Bird and Dragon held. He started silently musing over the handseals, and even mimicking them in his hands as he watched onward briefly. Going over each handseal with his hands as he thought of a way to deal the most possible damage to these imps. There had to be a way in which he could hit the maximum amount of imps. He took a deep breath in to help him focus his chakra in preperation for this technique. His lightning arsenal was very limited and so was his ability to perform it as a result. It was nothing compared to his manipulation of fire. The purpose of this technique was to create a dragon head made out of lightning, which was similiar to a certain fire technique he knew except it was lightning and that was pretty legit but he could only summon one.

He started to imagine the technique within his head. A destructive blue eletric beast pulsing with the power of an a-rank technique. He was now getting ready to attempt to perform it for the first time. His chakra levels were starting to increase in preparation for the technique. He decided it was now he was going to strike, and he went through the 24 handseals for the technique each handseal imbuing the technique with a specific quality related to the nature of that handseal. He finished the technique and now an electric blue dragon zoomed into existence infront of him. The essence of lightning vibrating through out the entirety of the creation. It was gonna rekk some imps. It was a large 15 diameter dragon head of electricty that had the rage and power known of it kind.

Whilst he was aiming the technique down, he was to make sure that the technique wouldn't hit the two humans that were accompanied in the cave. Even the one who was smashing his giant air fists into them. He would aim it towards the highest concentration of imps who weren't directly in the way of anyone and it wouldn't have the unfortunate side consequence of accidently hitting an ally. As that would be some next level fuckery. Was that his type of fuckery? Hmmm.. Perhaps he COULD hit one of them with it, and just pass it off as him trying out a new technique and not quite having the most control over it. That'd be pretty funny, he could pass it as a legit accident. He shook his head over the thought of that and held the dragon seal as the dragon head propelled itself forward into a large amount of imps. Paralyzing them and burning them should it hit.

(If I made any mistakes in my posts; please do tell, I like half read everything in the thread if that. I just have the gist of cave, imps, they getting rekt.)

[| Satoru Takagi | 悟高木]

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Futon: Eakobushi
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates two giant arms and fist made of air that stays behind the user. The mimic the users fist and can stretch out and attack the opponent. They are strong enough to punch through and break to pieces rock, cause holes in mountains, and destroy fortifications. What makes this jutsu even more deadly is its versatility as the fist can operate likes hands allowing them an unlimited range of movement, even grabbing things.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: Moving apart of the body other then the hands and arms will cause the air fist to dissipate.
Description: The user forms the handseals as air begins to gather in a large ball above them. Its splits as two large funnels are formed and begin to take the appearance of fist and arms. They seem to grow from behind the users back as the user can no control them. Th hands can punch, grab, throw and move like limbs normally would.
Limit: Must have Wind Release

Satoru nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized Claire was back-to-back with him.  The wind fists dissolved  and he whipped his head around, taking advantage of the soft golden glow of her growing army of crossbows made of holy light to take in the rest of the pack of imps.  Had it not been for her, he'd have likely been minced meat; he didn't realize just how caught up he'd gotten with the maintenance of his jutsu and his singular focus on the one small area he'd been attacking.  He certainly had a lot to learn; for not the first time that day, it occurred to him that he may be getting himself in over his head with this.  Really, all he'd wanted was a nice day of training that didn't involve those raggedly familiar dummies in the back yard.  How had it come to this?  This was so radically different from anything he'd expected.

But he didn't have time for second thoughts now.  Far, far from it; he could tell that they were now properly "in the shit," and he had to pull himself together.  He was getting the hang of this new jutsu, so it was time to behave like a modestly-well-trained shinobi and put it to good use.  He brought his hands together at his solar plexus yet again, stepping into a loose, relaxed, but well-guarded stance - right foot slightly ahead, bent at the knees for balance without muscle strain, his center of gravity dead between his feet with his torso straight and tall.  His chin dropped down as he closed his eyes, turning his awareness far inward.  He had put out a good bit of chakra in this impromptu spelunking venture from hell, but he still had comparable lakes of it to go.  In his mind, he pictured the old well in the woods he used as a mental device, dropping the wooden bucket down with a rope into those deeply-pooled reserves.  It was a lovely analogy, and normally the vice of the wooden bucket was enough... but today, he was going to need more.  As his hands began to reel off seals - no hesitation to it this time - he smirked to himself, metaphorically changing the bucket and rope to a steam-operated ladle-and-pulley system in his mind.  The surge of chakra that welled up within him set the hairs on the back of his neck to standing on end.  As his hinds finally closed on the Rabbit seal, his eyes flew open, gaze flicking up the cave as he noticed a newer presence amongst the hellions.

The formation of the giant arms of wind was much more ergonomic than usual this time; before the funnels connected to his shoulder, he allowed himself to pivot at the waist, already pulling his hands apart and balling them into fists.  The right arm formed behind him as he drew his real arm back, the left arm forming before him in a defensive stance as something blue and white and lightning-like came roaring down the cave in his general direction.  His mind reeled; they were fighting a hoard of creatures from the bowels of a hallucinating Jashinist's imagination, AND another ninja, too?  What was this new arrival?  Could he be some sort of master of the darkness that dwelt in the cave?  All these questions flashed through his mind in the blink of an eye as his wind-arms gained proper constitution; a beat later, before taking any time to further analyze the situation, he swept the defensive left arm across the cave floor in a massive, sweeping arc, scattering the rest of the imps in that direction, and immediately followed through with smashing his right wind-fist into the cave floor halfway between where he and Claire were stood, and the new arrival that had cast the Raiton jutsu at them.  A massive cloud of debris kicked up, totally blotting out what little light was given of by She of the Majestically Glowing Everything^TM.

He took a breath, retracting the right arm and lunging his left arm out in its wake, sending the giant fist hurling into the dust cloud.  He was aiming blind now, of course, but he had a general idea where their new foe was standing, and considering the size of the wind-fists, he didn't exactly need precision accuracy.  Furthermore, he had absolutely no intent of causing great harm; the new arrival was at the absolute limit of what he thought his wind-arm could reach in such a powerful straight-punch.  At best, his main hope was to force the attacker to give up his current position and recede back up the cave, gaining himself and Claire a bit of distance and time to reposition themselves and prepare a proper mode of response to his intrusion.  At worst, he anticipated that he'd only piss the guy off and earn another attack in their direction through the dust cloud; while it offered him some cover to launch his interruptions with his fists, it did work in both ways.  Unsure what to anticipate, he brought his hands together before him and smacked the fists into the ground in a big knuckly ball of wind, hoping that they would provide some sort of buffer for anything that came hurdling through the cloud at them.  The left wind-arm was large enough that Claire stood within its encircling protection (at least, what Satoru hoped would be protection), so he considered himself well-covered.

And then, he realized that the lightning dragon of sudden terror and fuckery hadn't... well, it hadn't hit them, had it?  Nope.  And he hadn't actually done anything to really counter or deflect it.  In his hurry to launch a diversion at the new arrival, he hadn't even seen what had become of the incoming jutsu.  His wind arms were intact in their little wall-like position around them... then what did that...

Oh, shit on a stick, he thought to himself darkly, eyes still strained into the darkness for any sign of further assault.  What if he was... friendly?

[Father 'Suke]

Camus Comprix - +20; 20|90
| Satoru Takagi | 悟高木 - +20; learned