Stopped [Scrap]
Apr 18, 2015 23:54:58 GMT -7
Post by Molokai on Apr 18, 2015 23:54:58 GMT -7
Limping along down the road back to the Mist Village, Yondaime Mizukage Taisen Kamyuja was injured and weak from his high intensity training session. His guard was down, the only thing he could think of was getting back home so he could shower and sleep until his body healed.
He couldn't hear the leaves rustle over the sound of his own footsteps as the archer drew his bow.
A spike of pain erupted from his back, just between his left shoulder blade and his spine. A precise shot, right into his lung, executed by a true professional. Despite the pain all over and the new injury, Taisen immediately went into action mode. His chaos erupted to life and all pain vanished. He wheeled around in the direction the arrow came from, just enough time for another one to bury itself in his right pectoral muscle.
The thickness of his jacket and muscle stopped it from entering his lungs, and the power of his chaos kept him from feeling any pain from it, but he was already feeling the fatigue of working with one lung. Drawing up whatever strength he could, his fist shot forward and he torched the whole area of the forest where the arrow came from. The agonized screams were proof that his aim was true.
It wasn't pain he felt then, just a pressure and a feeling of separation as a third arrow entered his right thigh. More than one bowman, a team of assassins. Had to be. Reacting on instinct and fighting like a cornered animal, Taisen whipped his hand around and spread as much flame into the area as he could. Unfortunately, no screams rewarded his efforts. For some reason, he couldn't figure out where the attackers were, or how many there were. He had gotten one of them, but there were still others.
The sound of footsteps came from behind him, so he let loose a force scream as he wheeled around. There, in the air, he spied one of the would-be assassins and torched him as well before he could even hit the ground. With the raw range and power of his force scream, he knew he had some time before the others recovered and could come after him. He tried to bulk jump, but found that his leg wouldn't respond. Pain or no, tendons had been severed and his legs weren't going to be as powerful as they once were. Escape clearly wasn't happening, he needed to fight to stay alive this time.
A fourth arrow buried itself in his back, lower to the right, and Taisen could tell it pierced his kidney. None of this hurt, of course, but his body was already damaged almost to the point of failure and the extra arrows weren't solving his problem at all. He got two of them, though. If this was a standard team, he only had one left and he'd be safe. If only he could find the last one. If only. . .
Something hit him so hard at that point it actually knocked him out of his chaos state. Ears ringing, blinded, and finally feeling the pain of the four arrows in his body, he screamed for real this time. Only he couldn't hear it. He couldn't hear anything. Must have been a concussion grenade. Or a flash. Bastards came equipped, knew that arrows were his weakness, caught him when he was weak.
Forcing himself to stand, enough of his hearing had returned that he faintly heard the muffled voice behind him say, "Goddamn, you are a tough sonafabitch." Turning around slowly, Taisen had on his best savage wolf face and burned it straight into the soul of the man who stood before him.
This man was hardly more than a boy. Perhaps Taisen's same age, but much smaller and softer looking. He stood behind a large, rifle-shaped crossbow and had his head hidden beneath a dark hood. Fighting through his pierced lung, Taisen knew he couldn't reach him before he released the bolt that was trained on his chest. It was over, and he knew it.
"Take off your hood," he wheezed, "You look at me when you kill me."
"Very well," said the man, who took off his hood with one hand, never once taking the crossbow off of Taisen's body.
The instant his hand returned to his bow, the bolt released. With the precision of a professional, the bolt went straight into his heart. Taisen realized now that the arrows in his back were in fact bolts, and there was a reason he hadn't been able to detect this guy. With one final burst of energy before his body gave out once and for all, he sent a fireball at the assassin.
As the world went black, he watched as the assassin was nowhere to be found when the fireball reached where he used to be.
[Final Scrap Death used]
He couldn't hear the leaves rustle over the sound of his own footsteps as the archer drew his bow.
A spike of pain erupted from his back, just between his left shoulder blade and his spine. A precise shot, right into his lung, executed by a true professional. Despite the pain all over and the new injury, Taisen immediately went into action mode. His chaos erupted to life and all pain vanished. He wheeled around in the direction the arrow came from, just enough time for another one to bury itself in his right pectoral muscle.
The thickness of his jacket and muscle stopped it from entering his lungs, and the power of his chaos kept him from feeling any pain from it, but he was already feeling the fatigue of working with one lung. Drawing up whatever strength he could, his fist shot forward and he torched the whole area of the forest where the arrow came from. The agonized screams were proof that his aim was true.
It wasn't pain he felt then, just a pressure and a feeling of separation as a third arrow entered his right thigh. More than one bowman, a team of assassins. Had to be. Reacting on instinct and fighting like a cornered animal, Taisen whipped his hand around and spread as much flame into the area as he could. Unfortunately, no screams rewarded his efforts. For some reason, he couldn't figure out where the attackers were, or how many there were. He had gotten one of them, but there were still others.
The sound of footsteps came from behind him, so he let loose a force scream as he wheeled around. There, in the air, he spied one of the would-be assassins and torched him as well before he could even hit the ground. With the raw range and power of his force scream, he knew he had some time before the others recovered and could come after him. He tried to bulk jump, but found that his leg wouldn't respond. Pain or no, tendons had been severed and his legs weren't going to be as powerful as they once were. Escape clearly wasn't happening, he needed to fight to stay alive this time.
A fourth arrow buried itself in his back, lower to the right, and Taisen could tell it pierced his kidney. None of this hurt, of course, but his body was already damaged almost to the point of failure and the extra arrows weren't solving his problem at all. He got two of them, though. If this was a standard team, he only had one left and he'd be safe. If only he could find the last one. If only. . .
Something hit him so hard at that point it actually knocked him out of his chaos state. Ears ringing, blinded, and finally feeling the pain of the four arrows in his body, he screamed for real this time. Only he couldn't hear it. He couldn't hear anything. Must have been a concussion grenade. Or a flash. Bastards came equipped, knew that arrows were his weakness, caught him when he was weak.
Forcing himself to stand, enough of his hearing had returned that he faintly heard the muffled voice behind him say, "Goddamn, you are a tough sonafabitch." Turning around slowly, Taisen had on his best savage wolf face and burned it straight into the soul of the man who stood before him.
This man was hardly more than a boy. Perhaps Taisen's same age, but much smaller and softer looking. He stood behind a large, rifle-shaped crossbow and had his head hidden beneath a dark hood. Fighting through his pierced lung, Taisen knew he couldn't reach him before he released the bolt that was trained on his chest. It was over, and he knew it.
"Take off your hood," he wheezed, "You look at me when you kill me."
"Very well," said the man, who took off his hood with one hand, never once taking the crossbow off of Taisen's body.
The instant his hand returned to his bow, the bolt released. With the precision of a professional, the bolt went straight into his heart. Taisen realized now that the arrows in his back were in fact bolts, and there was a reason he hadn't been able to detect this guy. With one final burst of energy before his body gave out once and for all, he sent a fireball at the assassin.
As the world went black, he watched as the assassin was nowhere to be found when the fireball reached where he used to be.
[Final Scrap Death used]
