The Humbling o.o (Solus vs Draven)

[Draven]

A Carnival, let the festivities begin. Anything one would expect in a typical carnival, one would most likely find it here, save perhaps that it was run down and abandoned. Thus Draven would be standing in a meeting area of sorts. Well it would be more or less an area that was meant for stands. Things such as funnel cake vendors, milk bottle games, and other various sorts of carts and small stall attractions. Though from the look of it the carts and stalls seemed to have degraded so that no real bits really stood up beyond four feet or so. Thus he would be able to get a decent view of the area. This meeting area of course would extend in a radius around time, out to a distance of 50 meters, where perhaps rides and other larger attractions where.

Draven would be searching this area. He had his loose fitting black jeans, a tight fitting black long sleeve shirt, a gauntlet on each forearm, greaves on each of his shins, a heavy shield strapped to his back, a cloak over that, with a black trench coat styled robe over that complete with a cotton hood that was drawn up. He had a 2 filter design gas mask hanging around his neck, a buttbag around his belt, which his belt was actually his headband with the Otogakure symbol acting as the buckle. Within his buttback he had a lock picking set complete with five different types of lock picks, a compass, a would map, a regional map, a disruptor, and three type E gas mask filters. Within his cloak he had four chaff grenades, and three soldier pills. Then in his trench coat he had six soldier pills. Underenath his clothing there was a tattoo on his chest, a crow to be specific. With a foot wingspan and half a fight height, it would have its wings spread wide sitting in the center of his chest. Also running along his left arm was a flow of crows tattoo, running from his shoulder down to the top of his hand. There was 30 crows total in this tattoo each with a one inch wingspan and half an inch in height.

[Solus]

[Enter!]

The Dragon of Konoha

I

tems of various natures lay around, discarded and forgotten. Passing past a stall that had once housed a a ball throwing game the Godaime eyed the mouldy stuffed toys hanging on a rack at the back of the cart. Death and decay had taken over this place, forgotten and lost for a mysterious reason. The entire area breathed of despair and depression. Whomever wished to fight him here had probably chosen this place for its lack of happiness. All the better, it would make his death seem easier.

Expecting to face a challenge Gosei had fully stocked on weaponry and useful items. Due to his expertise and storage methods the Hokage's impressive arsenal, 14 kunai, 4 smoke and 4 stun grenades and 20 senbon -of which ten had explosive tags wrapped around them- did not make a single sound. The entire arsenal had been spread between two pouches and several pockets in his cobalt blue, gold trimmed haori. Each pocket was laminated on the inside with pockets and soft fur, dampening all sounds. Moreover he also carried his fan tucked in his obi on the left side, a huge scroll on his back, a wireless radios, 3 blood clot pills, 2 soldier pills, 2 small scrolls and a world map. Prepared for everything Gosei had hidden his gas mask, fitted with the strongest type filter underneath his haoiri, also tucked inside the obi, but on the right side. Finally, the ornate bracelet he wore on his left wrist was loaded with 57 senbon, all cleverly hidden in the dragon designs of the accessory that obscured the actual purpose of the item.

He adjusted his purple trimmed snow white hakame and kosode as he moved over the beams of some collapsed structure, keeping his blue shinobi sandals as clean as possible. Behind him a monstrosity followed in his wake, skittering across the terrain, just a meter behind his master. It was an abomination, straight from childhood nightmares. Sir Pounce'a'lot -as Gosei ironically called him- was a huge red knee tarantula. Eagerly his mandibles moved, cleaning the long poisonous fangs in anticipation of the feast that awaited it.

Suddenly they were past the last piece of debris. Taking in his surroundings the Kazeraikou estimated this clearing to be one hundred meters in diameter. Although clearing was a big word. There was still debris scattered around, like a tent where they used to sell cotton candy, although the poles had shifted and the entire thing stooped to one side drearily, ten meters to Gosei's right. He kicked a man sized teddy bear with only one button eye out of the way which, skidded five meters to the Kazeraikou's ten o'clock. Many other such objects littered the area, but only a few managed to reach a height of one meter and twenty centimetres like the tent. A man stood in the centre of this circle. The medic approached him from the side, taking note of this illustrious individual. He looked like a mime in a leather trench coat, if he could only run into an invisible wall only he could see, that would be great. The Godaime closed the distance until only a mere thirty meters of void separated the two. A thick log, two meters long and one meter high that used to act as a bench stood halfway between them, obstructing any direct approach unless one was prepared to clumsily jump over it for a direct approach. Ominous things were about to happen.

[Draven]

Something caught the Mime's...the Zombie's eye...an invisible wall?...No! it was a motion. Motion from a teddy bear that was kicked. The source of the motion was not hard to spot, well at least the companion. A huge spider, a freaken huge spider. Like really there is just no words that popped into Draven's mind. Then he could see the Medic in the distance.

Draven would turn to this man in white, though he would be focused on the spider. A bit of awe was playing its music on his face as the two entities approached. He slowly started to raise his arms, not as a threat but as a gesture of surrender...he didn't like spiders... They always seemed to make nests in his crypt friends faces. His arms would have raised all the way up by the time the medic and the not so itsy bitsy spider met their mark. And it was his turn to introduce his friends...

Crows would start flying out of Draven's left shirt sleeve. If one was observant enough, they would probably see that these crows would grow from a wingspan of 1 inch to that of 1 foot, or the size of a normal crow. It would almost be an explosion of crows, as a good 30 crows poured out. The crows would arc in the air in about a 45 degree angle up, till they reached the mid center between him and the medic, where they would angle down toward that giant spider. This of course would be their attack. The crows would attempt to flock around the spiders face, clawing, pecking, and overall trying to harm the eyes of that spider. If the spiders mental strength was not at 31 or higher then it would believe in such an attack.

Thus this was only the beginning. Draven himself would have disappeared as the flock of crows would have reached their apex of their flight. When they hit that 15 meter distance, Draven would have slipped into the shadows, as if invisible. This would be the tense moment, already he would be stringing together handseals. During which he would keep his eye on the medic, the master of the spider, tracking the man's movements, just in case if Draven needed to avoid an incoming retaliation. If his string of handseals came to fruition, then he would become, less real. Well if one could see him, his skin and body would be less corporeal. This of course would give him various benefits, 5 ranks in reduction against melee attacks, 50% miss chance against the same type of attacks, 50% reduction in strength versus chakra related techniques, and finally a 20% chance to make no noise when moving.

Thus Draven would already be moving south, or rather to the medics left (Hope my directions are correct) 10 meters. He would be charging up his soul energy. With a direction of his hand toward the medic, an invisible ray of soul energy would launch. If the medic was hit by such an attack, the medic's movements would be slowed. More specifically any movement the medic wishes to preform would cost x2, and any techniques that require handseals would require double the amount of handseals. Though this all was a gambit...

[Draven]

Sound check:

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[Draven]

Disreguard that roll, I didn't use a d100 (was a d20 >.>)

reroll:

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[Solus]

Black versus White!

T

here was no way that a creature such as Sir Pounce'a'lot could ever muster the required amount of mental willpower to see through an attack such as this. Not being the target of this attack Gosei would observe the birds flock forth from his opponents sleeves. There was however an easy way to stop guys like these: break their concentration. Bending his left wrist the Kazeraikou's fingers would grasp around the ends of four senbon. With a single flick of his hand the Godaime would pull them out of the bracelet and throw them at the man in black in a single movement. Since the crows arced and his spider was higher than he was the senbon would easily soar under the opponents attack and unless dodged, would embed themselves in the foes chest. Of course the senbon themselves would inflict tremendous pain upon the opponent if the attempt was successful, but that was not the true aim here. Aimed between the ribs a deep enough thrust of a needle could cause contact between the outside air and the pleural space. Since the atmospheric pressure was higher and the damaged tissue around a needle would provide a clear path into the body the only possible consequence would be a pneumothorax, a collapsed lung. Would such a status be inflicted the opponent would be even further debilitated by the pain and shortness of breath.

Accessing his powers of the sixth sense the Godaime would make sure that there was no way the opponent could hide in a range of 100 meters from the Dragon of Konoha. Less than a second had passed and the opponent would still not have been able to progress beyond producing crows from his sleeves. At instantaneous speed the Godaime would rush forth, bringing him to a five meter distance from the log. A second shunshin forth he would arc barely around the log, wasting as little distance as possible, bringing the distance down to eleven meters. A third instantaneous rush forward would bring him within a meter distance from the mime, only milliseconds after his thrown senbon would impact. This should create an opening just long enough to get a strike in unopposed as the weirdo would either be busy with dodging the senbon or dealing with the damage they had wrought.

There laid his true target, the 'Cloud's door'. Hardened through years of training Gosei's diamond hard right index finger would flash forth as the man behind it would try to step towards his target, bringing the two in melee range. A downward strike as hard as possible would me made on a very specific point just below crowman's left collar bone in a small depression. Had the attempt been successful the opponent would immediately feel all of his strength drain away. This would severely interrupt the flow of Qi in the struck body, causing it all to drain away, swiftly followed by a knock out due to a lack of energy. The internal damage would be great although the outside would not reflect the true nature of the affliction, severaly limiting the use of the arm attached to that left collarbone.

[Draven]

Draven would have had time enough to duck!!!.. reducing his height to about half. Thus giving the senbons the trajectory to wizzed over his head. but there would be a few flickers and the Medicine Man would be closing in at an incredible speed. The first flicker would have notified him that he was in for some trouble. So at the moment of the second flicker, he would have been generating soul energy within his core. By the time the last flicker had been made, Draven would have the energy needed to shoot a point blank inviable soul ray at Gosie. If the soul energy were to hit the Medicine Man, the Man’s soul would stop effecting the body in the same manner. It wouldn’t matter what Gosie would be planning to do with that extended finger, the attack would have been reset. Thus a slight breathing room....yet this was far to close for comfort.

The crows would have disappeared mid flight, due to Draven having to break concentration to produce his inviable attack. So the spider would be safe. In fact his priority was now on Gosie. What Draven needed right now was something to give him more space, and the ability to produce this at quick speed. So, what Draven knew about taijutsu attacks is, that it relied heavily on sight. Thus while he was given this breathing room, he would have continued with his original plan and became invisible, just at the point when the Medicine man could be preparing another strike. There would be no need for Gosie to match mental strength against this technique, since Gosie would be able to detect him anyway, but at least Draven would have the advantage of not being able to be detected through sight. This would be at least some advantage against an attack that needed precise aim on the body.

As this point, Draven would be crouched down, and an attack would most likely be launched once again. But if one where to be launched, this scene would be attempted by Draven. If the Medicine Man stayed close he would have something to see. The large crow tattoo on Draven’s chest would have leaped out of the collar of his shirt. This crow in less than a millisecond would have grown from a wingspan of a third of a meter(1 foot) to just north of 3 meters (10 feet). The crow would have been flapping its wings around and clawing at Gosie. The Crow would essentially be hovering right over Draven’s head while doing this action, even its tail would be flailing around behind the Huge bird. If Gosie’s mental toughness was not up to 31 or higher, then the Medicine Man would surely have to believe this attack. Though there was the real possibility that the Medicine Man would have evaded the attack somehow In that event the Crow would have been directed to chase and Smash into the man. And finally in this quick scenario, Draven would put up his own mental awareness of both Gosie, and the giant spider with a radius of 200 meters in chakra signature detection.

[Solus]

They see me rollin'!

B

lue light emanated from his foe, that was most definitely bad. As swifly as possible Gosei moved ten meters to the right, the insane speed at which he travelled leaving behind an after image, clearing the way between the mime and the spider. This was the first time the Godaime was not between Sir Pounce'a'lot and the opponent and therefore it was practically the moment to attack.

The target melted away into the shadows, but that was to no avail. Able to sense his chakra Gosei knew exactly where the opponent was as did the spider. No matter how invisible one was, one would still have to allow the heart to beat, the lungs to breathe. All tiny vibrations that would be transmitted to the earth. The keen spider senses of Sir Pounce'a'lot, whose small hairs at the end of his paws would register all details knew exactly where to go. The first shunshin would bring it next to the log, which would be flung forth towards the shadow prince as the arachnid extended a haired paw to strike the object. In full trajectory the man would undoubtedly see the log coming, allowing him to either duck, jump or step aside to evade the large projectile. A second instantaneous rush forth should bring the spider within eleven meters of the opponents position before this attack begun. From here on it did not matter where the shadow master would have gone to or what jutsu he would be concocting, he would never have been able to get far away enough.

Using his momentum from the last shunshin the spider would flex the muscles under his heavy carapace, causing the razor sharp urticating hairs to stand up like fifteen centimetre long steel spikes. Shifting his weight towards wherever the twisted clown of death was hiding the creature would retract his legs, turning into a giant spiked ball of death, rolling at neck breaking speed right towards Draven. Whatever protection that shadow form would bestow, getting crushed under 16 tons of spider would surely not be among the possible options.

Meanwhile the Godaime would find himself chased by a large crow that had sprung to life from his opponents chest. Not intending to actually fight that thing he dug his fingers into his left arm, drawing blood. Now bleeding the drops of blood would be in direct contact with the seal located on the hand palm side of his left forearm. If successfull three creatures would be pulled from another realm through the use of multiple summonning, in front of Gosei and thus between the crow and its target. The first would be a giant brown cobra with a rainbow feathered hood . Fifteen meters long the creature would stand between his master and any threat, puffing his hood in anger. The second one of similar size, pure white in both scale and feather, would be right next to it, flapping its beautiful white wings to swiftly reach a height of five meters. The third would be green of scale and rainbow of feather. It was clearly the smallest, at about half a meter long. The small creature would take off at top speed, staying a metre above the ground and zipping off in a straight line to the right, away from it's master and on a trajectory perpendicular to the path to Draven.

[Draven]

Two Words: I'm Screwed!!!

Draven was happy that his azure ray hat hit his target...Well for a very brief moment. The visage of The Medicine Man had faded, and in its wake a Giant spider coming fast. The log was being picked up by the spider when he would realize his plans would have to change. So he would not produce the tattooed crow to come to life from his chest, due to the incoming threat. Even his attempt to hide in shadows would be revised... There would have to be a dodge once again. He indeed would choose to jump over the log as it was thrown, 3 meters in the air should be enough for the log to skid harmlessly underneath him. But he would prepare while he jumped. He would have enough time to gather chakra to his throat....

At the apex of Draven’s flight up in the air, he would say a word, or rather a command. By now the spider would have reached that 11 meter mark, but perhaps it would be too late... for the spider. “FLEE!” (D rank tech), Draven would yell at the spider from the top of his lungs. He didn’t know if spiders could hear, but how it translates vibration is essentially how an ear works, and should be effective for the chakra laced into the sound to reach the spiders brain. Thus if the spider was not up to par, if its mental strength was not that of 17 it would have to abide by this word to the best of its ability. This meant that it will have to move away from Draven as fast as it could, and only this movement for the duration of 1 round. Yet there where still two senarios he would have to account for. If the genjutsu wouldn’t effect the spider in this manner, and if the spiders mental reserves where comparable to defend against it. Thus on his fall he would produce a very short series of handseals...

Another word would be uttered, this time it didn’t matter if the spider could hear it or not, the effects would strike. That of course if the spider could not pass a save of 17. The word Draven would say once he had hit the ground was “Fatigue” (D rank) and this time he would not have to yell it. The effects of such a word is as such. Classified as a conditional statues effect. A creature under the fatigue statues cannot run or charge and take a -5 penalty to Instrument Skills, Artistic Ability, Crafting Skills, Cobbling, Construction, Disable Device, Disarm Trap, Escape Artist, Fondling (Covert Appraisal Technique), Forgery, Gem Cutting, Lock Picking, Riding, Rope Use, Seamstress/Tailor, and Trap Design. The effects of such a technique would last on the spider for 25 minutes if the spider was of the same class level as Draven, else it would extend into hours, or even days. Perhaps this would give him room ... he would glance to where Gosei had changed his position. Form which he would know instantly where Gosei had run to due to his Mind's eye awareness...

Draven could see a type of ritual being preformed... Thus a battle of handseals would commence. Draven could produce roughly 15 handseals in roughly 1 second time. He would be preparing an S rank level Genjutsu this time. He wasn’t sure how long the Medicine Man’s technique would take before that showed its effect, and he wasn’t sure how fast the spider was going to recover and realize its state of mind, but if Draven could produce this technique, it could possible give him enough breathing room...At any rate if his technique where to come to fruition no effects would be observed, instead something would be felt. Any creature within 40 meters centered on Draven would feel that if they were to attack him, they would suffer dearly. Indeed any creature should head this warning, because if they do produce an attack against Draven they would suffer lethal mental damage equal to an S rank amount of damage. Furthermore this damage does not allow for a, save else suffer the effects, instead to avoid, one needs to notice the Genjutsu effect on their brain and make a negation check through the use of a Kai technique, or perhaps they could break their finger to produce a negation check... The negation amount one would need to clear their head of such chakra is 25 or better. Though there is the third option for the creature to be outside of this 40 meter radius to freely attack.

[Solus]

B-ranked Taimaster natural resistance: 3. No impeccable will (doh)

Roll for command:

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Roll for power word fatigue:

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[Solus]

Master Summoner!

T

he word uttered by the mime went against everything that the spider had anticipated and it defied all logic as far as that was a concept to a giant arachnid. There were only two things on his mind at the moment: Firstly to thunder forth and squish the little man into a paste and subsequently to eat said paste. The desire to kill and feed would be weighed against the desire to obey the man ordering him to turn and run. The creature would continue it's charge, closing the distance to the opponent to a mere eleven meters.

This would be the moment that the arachnid had intended to turn into a spike of death, however, instead all energy would be drained from his body at the command of the mime, effectively stopping the charge in its tracks. No more rushes and charges would be possible as the spider would already have enough problems with walking normally. Not that it really mattered, just a change of tactics. The spider skittered forth at a normal pace, screaming at the top if his book lungs when only ten meters away in a deafening screech. It was a viable tactic, considering that the summoner himself had moved away from Draven earlier, indicating that only the intended target would be in the range once the spider started his attempt. If successful it would feel to those affected as having been punched in the ear, with all sound being replaced by an annoying ring. The resulting great pain would surely interrupt whatever one within the range would be concocting, breaking concentration and forcing the one interrupted to do it all over again.

Unopposed and only ten meters away from his target the Godaime would be able to summon in peace and quiet. Whatever the opponent was doing, Gosei's technique seemed to be faster, producing the three summons as intended. The small fry would zip off as intended and the other two, clearly more intended for battle, would stand ready. "Kill!" It was a short but comprehensible command, and with a slightly more aggressive meaning than the usual 'attack'. The brown cobra would focus his chakra, attempting forming white strips from the earth. They would shoot up from under Draven, strong like titanium due to the serpents affinity with the element. If successful these strips would wrap themselves around every limb and the neck of Draven before tightenening. If everything would work out as intended that should be the end of the ever annoying dodging.

To a creature of fifteen meters long a mere nine meters would be nothing, thus when the white couatl moved its wings in order to go forward she would almost immediately be on top of the joker. Aiming down at the man who should be in the process of being retrained she would bare her fangs, producing a tree meters wide cone of venom and spit, shot immediately downwards. If this attempt was successful the mime would be soaked in venom. Although it would be like getting hit by a giant jet of water which in its own would hurt, it would be the poison representing the actual danger. Upon contact with the skin it would start to bubble -the skin that is, not the poison- as the venom would start to melt your flesh right off the bone.

[Draven]

Symphony of a Dead Man

Draven would have done anything to complete this technique. He would have taken any attack against him, he would have endured anything his body was willing to take. And surprisingly he was extremely resilient to damage. Even his body would survive most if not all attacks... though unfortunately he could not continue his technique. He had to cover his ears, the pain was just too much. This would be the beginning of the end.

Stunned by the high pitched screech, Draven would have had no chance to dodge or otherwise defend against the next attack. His throat would be gripped by steel like strands. There would be a snap followed by the world going dim. Though his body would persist to live. In fact his body hardened so much so that he would receive 100 temporary natural resistance. But that was not enough. The venom sprayed on his body would eat up these points and his flesh would melt. He would die once the these points had reached 0, his body not even given the chance to heal itself. Thus his soul would leave his body.....

Though, Draven’s soul would step out of his body. His soul would linger. Six seconds of life as a soul is all he was granted. He was a soul, incorporeal, unseen unless skilled with the sight of souls. He would have little time to exact his revenge. Thus he would already be producing handseals. He would have targeted the spider first. Another word laced with chakra. It would not matter if the spider would hear the word or not....

“Petrify”... Draven would speak. If the spiders mental toughness was not at 25 then the spider would turn to stone permanently... 5 seconds left... Another string of handseals... Another word would be said... The snake thing that had wrapped his neck in the steel like strands would suffer the same fate “Petrify” if it would not pass the mental check of 25... 4 seconds left.... Another string of handseals... Another word “Petrify”... The venom spitting snake thing would be next... another save of 25 else it be turned to stone.... 3 seconds left... Yet another string of handseals the target would the the last summoned creature, “Petrify” and another mental check of 25 else the creature becomes a statue.... 2 seconds left...

Draven intended to remove all that The Medicine Man would love. To let the man see each one turn to stone. It wouldn’t be hard to determine what would happen next. Draven had chosen this order to give Gosei a chance. Draven was a monster, but he wasn’t a “monster”. He would prepare perhaps his final technique in a flurry of hanseals, the intended targets was Gosei himself. Though this was just a preparation of the petrify technique...impending doom...

[Solus]

The Dragon of Konoha!

F

or a moment everything seemed to be over. It was however not yet the end. Still sensing the opponents presence Gosei's eyes would meet his aggressor. He was no longer a man, but a ghost, faded and floating just above the ground next to the body. Wayra would attempt to impale the opponent with a wind arrow, but the projectile would fly straight through the spirit, only proving its resistance to any kind of attack.

The Dragon of Konoha had not signed up for fighting ghosts. But eventually such an entity would have to pass on to the next life, right? However, when Sir Pounce'a'lot suddenly turned to stone, waiting this out would no longer be an option. It would be evident that hanging around here would be too dangerous until this raging spirit would have taken his leave. Luckily, the Kazeraikou had already prepared a swift way out. A homing pigeon could fly at speeds up to 140 kilometres per hour, which converted would translate to almost 40 metres per second, a Couatls flight speed would not be far off. Assuming that the time between the appearance of the spirit and the moment Sir Pounce'a'lot had turned to stone would be the time required to prepare whatever the guy did Gosei would wait until the penultimate moment, gaining a total of 3 seconds since Zewak, the tiniest of the Kukulcan family, had been ordered to fly off.

That would give Gosei about 120 metres when he would finish his own very short string of handseals. The two would switch positions in an eyes notice, with Zewak appearing in a cloud of alabaster smoke at the Godaime's old position and Gosei finding himself outside the carnival area, about 120 metres away from his opponent. If successful this would have gone down smoothly and without a hitch. Dismissing all his summons, Draven would see all the snakes disappear in a cloud of white smoke, leaving him alone with a petrified Sir pounce'a'lot. Thus, without any targets left, his spirit would remain in confusion and despair in the middle of the carnival square.

[Draven]

Remember remember...

Draven would have been a monster but not a "monster". He could have done things differently. He could have pushed to and not turned the other critters to stone. He could have created perhaps just enough time to turn The Medicine Man into stone, but he decided against it. Whether it would have worked or not, would have been in question anyway, but it was just not his way to go completely eye for an eye. He would eventually pass and this Gosei would get away. Yet the spider would stay as a stone monument to this fight.

Draven would move and pick up a metal spike that had perhaps once held up a canvas tent with rope and tension. He would float up to the spiders head and with the spike...with the spike he could simply drive it into the head of the statues... no, he would make a carving into the forehead of the ghastly stone creature. The name DRAVEN, would be carved there. Perhaps in the future when Gosei comes to visit his pet, he will see this. Perhaps of Gosei cured the stone affliction from the giant spider, the carving could turn into a permanent scare for the spider. Something to remind The Medicine Man that this day he had murdered...thus is soul would pass away into the abyss.