Not one but x2 demon caves

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

(We are a ways down in the cave, just act like you uh..I dunno...came in somewhere deeper I suppose? Chakra nature sight wouldn't work on me, I don't have any chakra natures :3 LEGGO!)

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All this mayhem and they kept coming, the walls, rocks and even the floor suddenly with the little fucks, but they were getting closer. For every one she shot, two she shot, three she shot another ten crawled over the body. They were using their slain brethren as a wall to slowly sneak in closer, like this was some terribly real life version of World of Warcraft and the welps actually had some level of intellect to them. For every eye she saw she fire two bolts, two bolts, at the price of one, two bolts and her duo of floating friends did the same.

There was so much mayhem she wouldn't have even noticed their new entrant had it not been for the fact he came in like Mother Fucking ZATCH BELL in the cave, flinging around lightning like Zeusain bolt had done behind her. His chakra shined so bright, its crackling making her hair stand on end, and for a full minute she contemplated...what no fuck that, she turned all her attention to the bolt Zorro-esque asshat who decided it was cool to play danger close with the two of them, dropping his sizable dragon a tad close for her comfort, and her incited anger almost had her essence glowing red.

"Oh yeah?!" She screamed over the hellish cross fire, the inhuman shriek and battle cries of the little monsters that came crawling through the place. When she wheeled around, eyes glowing, arm, glowing, weapon glowing, WEAPONS GLOWING, she unleashed the Rapture in his direction firing all around him, sure to miss on purpose, but meaning to scare the absolute fuck out of him. "Dance dance dance!" The bolt ricocheted off the stone walls, struck other imps, all playful dealings, none of these bolts really aimed to hurt or otherwise maim their potential ally? Potential enemy? Who knew.

As she rained in triple kata at Camus, Zeusain thought it a bright idea to give her a big ole whirlwind hug, trap her in the middle of this vacuum where, yeah the things were repelled, but she had to wait trice as long to line up a shot, the gale force of the winds blowing her hair all over, luckily her goggles protecting her from the worst of this onslaught. With a roar of bloodlust she just let loose this string of bolts with no particular accuracy, fuck it, like they couldn't hit a target midst all these little imp things?

"All aboard the whoop train! CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA!" She let off a squal of laughter as her two crossbows began to rotate, firing at the rate she was well capable off, one bolt per her two for a total of four, like some semi-auto mini machine gun. As they rotated another joined the fray. THEREE! GOD YES, THREE CROSSBOWS! Her laughter was drawn out as she fired over the tempt of the arms, nywhere the wind was ripping her bolts out of the air, and after about 15 spent shots in total from her and the bows she spun around, already so close to Satoru.

"Oi, Mistah Wind Waker_TM! Mind giving a gal a little warning before yanno you...uh..." She was nodding frantically, this entire thing a rhetorical conversation. "Before you drop a giant tornado around me? Geez! I thought the big guy let out a silent one!....had my mouth open and everything..." What about that other guy? Had they killed him accidentally on purpose? Or purposely on accident? Or? She didn't aim right at him.

[Camus Comprix]

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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
(Was using sight of chakra not sight of chakra nature. Would've tagged it in the post but didn't feel like it.)

So this was indeed fuckery. Fuckery of the highest degree no doubt. This lady had dual crossbows firing like a mad man, er woman? The boy, he would assume was of kumogakurean origin unless there were even more foreign entities within the land of lightning which would be strange, he was actually hitting the ground with his fist creating a large debris cloud. In which he then followed up with a giant wind fist going straight towards him. This would cause him to jump backwards, which lead him into the other person's assault. While the other lady's assault wasn't directly aimed for him, his irregular movement as a result of him dodging the wind fist caused him to get nicked by the ear by an arrow. A small trail of blood would go down from his earlobe where it nicked him.

"Say hello to my little friend?" This was directed towards the lady with the crossbows who looked like she could've been a certain mafia boss in a movie.

Camus was to say the least surprised and a little afraid of the ambush, he was just assualted by both of them and having had a very close encounter with death his speech had devolved. Then there was also the one with the giant fists of wind who was punching every where randomly.

"A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough!" This was directed towards the male with giant wind fists. This was referencing a certain martial artist we all know and love from the films.

"Martians! Martians! They gathered their arms but only wanted to phone home!" He probably sounded like a mad man. He couldn't find the correct words to convey what he was trying to say over the amount of adrenaline that was pulsing throughout his body. Sure when looked into what he was saying could be deciphered into meaning.

After a moment or two, he managed to compile himself together once more. "Sorry for that.... Outburst. I was trying to say I have peaceful intentions. No need to react like that. You could've killed me. I just want to have some fun and kill whatever these things are. Besides, you probably need the help. Despite them being small and weak they are numerous..." He truly didn't want to cause a feud with either of them. To him, they looked as if they needed help, heck even if they didn't he was going to provide it.


He started to go through the string of handseals once more. Allowing his chakra to proliferate itself through out his chakra points. Creating a temporary aura of chakra for him to channel into the technique once again. His last attempt was shoddy, it clearly wasn't at its full potential.It didn't even explode like how the technique was supposed to. It also lacked the full strength an A-ranked was supposed to have and it's diameter was off by a few meters.

Each handseal he imbued more chakra into the tech than the last time he attempted to try it . He looked for discrepancies between how he performed the technique this time and and how he did it last time. Attempting to correct on his mistakes so he could learn how to perform the technique in expert fashion the next time he performs it. He had apparently misproportioned his chakra during the handseals. Resulting in the technique coming out underpowered as a result. Handseals were the bread and butter of ninjutsu, the chemistry of ninjutsu. As in chemistry, one small misstep in this step could cause monumental changes. Like if he somehow did a handseal twice in a row by accident and a completely different jutsu came out as a result. They were also the recipes of the techniques.


Once he finished the handseals, he went into the final step of the technique. Execution. The chakra he had built up from the beginning and through out the technique was finally turning into the chakra based electricity from which the technique was comprised of. The chakra he had built up sent itself into the environment around him, spreading out and coalescing once again right in front of him in the form of a mighty lightning dragon. It was similar in size as the last, he had failed in making it scale up to what the size should truly be. It mattered not, as it should still be able to have its other capabilities. This one should be the one that's able to detonate. He held it briefly in front of him, long enough for him to warn his potential allies. "Another one's coming. You've been warned." He aimed it straight down towards another high concentrated area of imps. He would make sure that this one wouldn't catch the other ninja in it's blast radius. The dragon would shoot forward with the strength of a thousand suns. It had the intent to decimate the imps that it would hit.

[Father 'Suke]

+20 to you both.

[| Satoru Takagi | 悟高木]

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Lightning Clone
Rank: "B"
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user creates a clone made out of lightning that would be used for battle against opponents.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: When first learned the user is capable of creating one clone that are within the size of Medium size. The lightning looks similiar to that of a human but the chakra makes the lightning makes the clone look like a normal person. The clone may only last for an amount of two rounds per class level starting at "D" Class. Every time the user learns this technique the user may create another clone. The user must add in an amount of chakra to allow the clone to perform lightning techniques that the user wishes the clone to perform at later time. When the clone it hit the clone forces an electrical charge that may shock the opponent greatly immobilizing the opponent.
Limit: Lightning release

[/i] that the shinobi who'd appeared had good intentions. Perhaps he'd simply caught them off guard - just like he himself had caught Claire off guard at the start of this whole sordid mess. He heaved another deep breath, and glanced up as the newer arrival warned that he was launching another attack.  Through the diminishing haze of dust, he could tell that the shinobi was focused on some of the imps still swarming around, and was happily convinced - at last - that this person was legitimately going to be of help, rather than harm.

He cracked a grin and nudged Claire with his elbow before bringing his hands together once again.  Between the flashes of lightning from He of the Mighty Dragon JutsuTM, and the lingering golden glow of Claire's holy might, he could now really see the swarm of creatures that were bearing down upon them.  There was quite a significant number of imps and dire imps, and - holy fuck, what was that thing?  Looking further down into the cave, he could make out something a bit larger than the dires, slinking along low to the ground and snarling up at them.  It had three heads.  Three!  Wracking his mind for what little knowledge he had of such hellish things, he wondered if this was what was known as a cerberus?  That just further confirmed what he'd already decided:  numbers were most decidedly not in their favor.  The perfect excuse to try out another of the jutsu he'd brought along to work on today.  His hands flew together in a long series of seals, similar to what he'd been using to conjure up his giant wind-fists of epicness and might, but also a bit different.  The way these seals fit together one after the other was less smooth and flowing, and felt more stolid and raw in the way they molded his chakra.

Chakra welled up within him, crackling in his chest with that humming, thrumming, buzzing feeling that he'd come to identify with the Raiton flavor of elemental chakra release.  This technique was fundamentally more difficult than any he'd tried so far, and it was going to take him some time to work up to producing it with any effect; he could only hope that Claire and their new ally would cover him while he made his preparations.  Throwing his trust to them - well, to Claire, at least, as she'd more than proven that she quite literally "had his back" - he closed his eyes and turned his focus inwards... then, a bit to the left.  His chakra surged within him easily enough, but focusing it into a cohesive entity outside of his body was another ball game.  As he finished the hand seals, he willed the collected chakra into a sort of lump just off his left shoulder.  Instantly, bolts of electricity crackled into life in the air, swirling around into a ball, then scattering into random shapes and configurations.  It felt wild and unfocused; there was no way this was going to do anything like it was supposed to as it was.  He was going for making a replica of himself made out of electricity, but it was clearly going to take a more concerted effort.  

He took another breath, blocking out any sounds of battle that may have arisen around him, and stilling his thoughts as best he could.  The only thing in the world that mattered right now was getting this thing to coalesce.  He mentally latched on to the seething mass of lightning, getting a feel for its shape and presence.  It seemed to calm in the air, flickering briefly as his focus shifted back to himself.  He felt the way his own chakra moved through his body, how it swirled around certain points and flowed smoothly through others.  He felt that he needed to apply the same sort of form and function to the lightning he'd called up beside himself.  As he concentrated, the bolts of electricity warped and thrashed, letting out loud pops and small bangs as stray blue-white sparks would fly off in random directions.  Gradually, this mass seemed to collect itself, stretching down towards the ground and pulsating with less and less wild abandon.  After a moment, it had swirled and writhed itself into a form not unlike the silhouette of someone the same size as Satoru.  Close, but not quite there...

He opened his eyes and regarded this lightning-person.  It didn't look like it could really do much yet; he'd have to give it a bit more.  He metaphysically reached out and took a hold of the clone-that-wasn't-quite, feeling its chakra.  Except that wasn't quite right; as he focused intently on it, he realized that he was thinking about it from the wrong direction.  It wasn't that he was feeling its chakra, after all; he was feeling his own chakra, displaced into its being.  This idea hit him and lit his face up like a lightbulb; his eyebrows shot up and he cracked a grin.  As he began to consider the clone to be more of an extension of himself, the sparks and bolts of lightning seemed to mute themselves, fading somewhat, almost dying away.  A few moments later, they blurred into each other, and with a sudden burst of sparks in every direction, the being finally coalesced, and Satoru found himself looking at - well, himself.  Almost.  It was clearly far from perfect, but overall, it looked basically like him.  Same height, same thin frame, same pale skin, narrow face, long fingers, blue eyes, grey cloak.  It was all there... the only issue was, it kept sort of fizzling.  Sparks flew randomly from various parts of its body every other second, and it would flicker like a dying lightbulb every now and then.  He still had to work on it, for sure, but he felt he was at least on the right track.

Now he just had to get it to be a little less crappy and a whole hell of a lot more useful.  While there were swarms of imps and a fucking cerberus bearing down on them.  What a joy this little cave-dive was turning out to be![/ul]

[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.

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Camus watched as his lightning dragon creation zoomed to its position and had succcesfully hit it's intended targets. Whilst exploding in a loud bang and creating a large flash of light which illuminated the entire cave briefly and blinded the other imps within 8 meters of it. He shrugged and put the distance disparitiy off to him not completely mastering the technique as is to be expected. He had got these two fundamental steps down, perhaps the two most important ones. Now it was time to move to the techniques intricatcies. Apparently the technique was also supposed to change direction rather than just simply being shot forward. This is perplexing, never before had he had a technique like this, most of his current aresenal is simple point n shoot and bang.

He looked over to his colleagues, one who seemed to be in a bit of concentration.
"Let me introduce myself to you guys, I guess. I'm Camus Comprix, Genin ninja of Kumogakure. That ninja village you've surely heard of if you're in this country or even if your from any other part of the world for that matter as you're probably afraid of our ninja, we've produced so many great ones. Unless you've been hiding under a rock for the entirety of your lives."

A certain nationalistic pride should be obviously and is pretty blatantly expressed through out his statement. One that the other cloud ninja unbeknownst to Camus may be able to cling onto as well.

"I mean, no offense if your not from Cloud, places other than Cloud are cool too I guess."

Camus said, rather unconvincingly, not trying to upset either of them if they weren't of cloud origin.

He went back into focusing onto his training whilst having his ears open for any responses. He formed the required handseals this team amplifying his chakra a bit during some of the stages of the technique creation to hopefully result in a dragon in which he could control once fired. This was a pretty cool technique all in alll. He could change the direction of it mid flight if he of course got through the process of learning it. Unbeknownst to him he didn't have the faintest idea of what drawbacks the technique had in it's inability to change direction vertically quickly. He muttered the incantation of the technique under his breath quietly and released the technique once more.

A vibrant blue dragon vibrated itself into existence in the space that previously was only occupied by air right infront of the composite human. It looked more charged than the previous ones that he had done, and perhaps he had it down pack perfect. His hands etched into the dragon handseal he gave it the mental command to launch forward to fend off some imps that were nearing the other ninja he who was briefly concentrating for a moment. It of course wasn't aimed to hit him however it was getting awfully close to. At about 5 meters away from him he willed it to veer to the left. This was exceedingly strange in Camus's mind, it seemed to go fast but when changing direction it moved slow.

He watched as it virtually hit nothing as the imps simply dodged the slow moving attack that had veered in direction towards them. It was meant to surprise them and catch them off guard however it failed in surprising fashion. It moved really slow, like slower than a snail. This was simply unusable. Back to the drawing board. He watched as his chakra was wasted being distributed into the ground as lightning does. This was his life energy he was using here, he didn't take too kindly in wasting it. He shook his head in his failure, however failures are exptected to be made when learning a new technique. He didn't have a source to simply copy so he would have to go with the old school method of training it himself.

[Nekomata Minh]

+20 to both of you

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

[Exit]