Do the Do x2

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

Exploit Weakness
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: The Venator learns to take advantage of any opportunity that presents itself.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Whenever a Venator hits a target with direct hit, they ignore any damage reduction the target may have. In addition, if the target has regeneration, the creature loses regeneration on the round following the direct strike and can die normally during that round. Creatures whose regeneration always functions are immune to this ability. Finally, if the Venator deals energy damage to a creature with vulnerability to that energy type, the user deals an extra +10 points of damage.
Limit: Must be a Venator.

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Midst all the shooting and the wild hoops and hollering the nest went down with relative ease, the floor black with char and ichor, heavy footfalls stomping through the black puddles to splash the walls, one Claire with a face of absolutely maniacal delight, teeth bared, eyes bright and wild, the majority of the noise came from her. A turn had put her and the Kage down a dead end corridor and everything from a feral imp to a shambling corpse with yellowed teeth and stout wendigo's. They all fell beneath her rapid fire, Typhoon Struggle providing the younger archer with three additional bows that applied on hit effects and could bright even the toughest ghoulie to it's knees. One shot led into four, headshot after headshot, young Claire in her element.

"SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE-RRRRAAAAAHHHH!!!!" The corridor filled with more screams, unearthly howls and the dying rattle of a breath caught in the throat of everyone she slayed. As random and violent as her attack seemed it was rather well coordinated, precise, certain, striking at the eye, neck, chest, groin or other painfully obvious places that were tender for such things like abuse and razor penetration. She liked to call it having a method to the madness, her madness, her roars and screams all a means to make them ravenous for her, to seek her blood and flesh without though or strategy, all a ruse....well more of it was. A huge part of the young hunter reveled in the mindless slaughtering.

One imp got so close she could smell it's breath, feel the heat of it's sickening maw and still she kept right along, an arrow through the eye socket for being too close, drawn and fired from her pistol bow. One hundred bolts never flew so damn fast, like a machine gun, fully automatic, firing without a care int he world! "C'mon ya bunch a sissies! You going to to let a little GIRL beat you?" Running low on normal ammunition, she was almost being forced to use all her explosive tips, which she only had four of to begin with, firing round after round of ammo, swapping between the two, feeling blisters start to form on her fingertips. Muscles began to ache and that's wen the real danger could start to set in.

"AMIRA!" She called over her should to the woman who was undoubtedly fighting just as hard for her life, probably enjoying it whole lot less than she was. "I am going to make a hole, dive through it and DO NOT look back, you run for your life woman!" Imps knew common tongue, so did infernals, most ghouls, not the walking dead but that was a trivial situation. Amira didn't know it, the monsters didn't know it, but everything she just yelled was a lie. They would start looking for the hole, waiting for the moment an explosion of some sort or a miracle from the heavens can to liberate their enemies, but it wouldn't come. They'd find they were waiting for false words and clever tongue, her quick wit the only way she was going to get them out of it. Amira just had to play her part and listen too, look convincing, fake them outwith her true performance of actually looking for an opening.

[Runeska]

Healing Hands (Light)
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Healer gains the ability to heal Light Wounds within an amount of time.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: When laying the hand upon a living creature, the user channels positive energy that cures Light wounds within the amount of time performing a "C" Rank technique in handseals. While curing Light wounds this technique brings higher wound levels down by 1 step. Since undead are powered by negative energy, this Jutsu deals damage to them instead of curing their wounds.
Limit: Must be a Medical Doctor. Must know Healing Hands (Minor).

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The wandering had gone one for quite some time. Deep, far underground, the young kamyuja had traveled. Aclime had very long since gotten lost. Yes, he had a compass and most of the traveling gear that he’d need, but he’d wandered into something like a cavern and before he knew it he was much further below the earth’s surface than he thought possible, aside from the old mekei base. Since there was not a soul around, the labyrinth had consumed his perception of time and space. He was agitated, somewhat afraid as well, as no one was around, save his other counters parts who lay dormant. A number of times, he’d punched a few walls which appeared to block his path every so often, but haven’t left most his items at a secure location, his hands were begin to scar and blead, but it wasn’t as if he could use Kyuushi for this, right?

He took some time before heading on to heal himself. Afterall, who knew what he’d encounter. With a mental clicking sensation, a soft light grew onto his hands. Aclime concentreated this into positive energy, and soon became a ball of healing chakra. The glow faintly illumintated his surroundings, but as he tried to heal his own hands, he found that the weak light was far too little, far too weak. Funny thing is, healing chakra doesn’t call forth the same magnitude of miracle healing on caster that it would on a subject, so id that mean he couldn’t heal his bruises around his knuckles and such?

Well, fortunately, the technique could be improved. Maybe once he had, it wouldn’t matter that it was effective, at last for wounds of this level. Calmly, Aclime had to clear his mind, emptying it of all weariness and negative thoughts. Within a moment, his anxiety subsided after a round of breathing techniques. Afterwards, he felt the glow of chakra over his hands strengthening, becoming brighter, lighter to his touch. After a short bit of time, the skin on his hands began to mend. On the surface, tears in the skin would disappear. Beneath, damage blood vessels would close, and as they had the fragments of blood beneath the surface would dissapaer, causing the skin to return to their normal shades.

It was during this time that the stinging sensation began to fade, and his hands didn’t feel so weighted anymore. It was probably a good thing as well, because during that time, he began to hear sounds further up head. Someone was fighting. Who? Who else could be down here? And what kind of fight? Click…. Just like that, the metaphorical mental device that controlled the medical portion of his chakra cut off. He’d lost concetration, still not accustomed to this chakra that he’d discovered. One day, he’d learn how to call this at will without regard for what was going on, but for now, he had to concentrate again. A minute, just another minute later, and he managed to reactivate the glowing aura to mend the rest of his minor injury. He flexed his hand once to test it for tenderness and felt that it was fine.

ONWARD

The sound came from the next Coridor. He rushed forward towards its end to find a wall, a thick wall. However, directly behind it, all the chaos was there. One particular voice was female, while all the others were… inhuman. Did he really want to get involved here? Well, it was a bit too late. With a surge of his monstrous sthrength, he punched the wall. It caved outward with punch as if detonated, a cloud of dust and debris blowing forward. The situation was more than he thought.


“What… what the heck is all of this?” the question of course went to the female. With his short stature and unimpressive looking physic, it would have been hard think of him as anything threatening at all. As the white haired youth was currently, physically about 12, maybe 13? But then again, he single handedly demolished a wall to break into a scuffle… battle… war? Who really knew?

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[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

+20 Isley
+10 Runeska

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

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The swarm was closing in and the face she wasn't going to get to go back and retrieve all her bolts was literally aggravating to a numbing degree. All that hard earned cash was now going to rot away beneath a pile of--- who cared! The distraction was falling through and Claire's fingers were literally burning from blsters as she fired over and over and over and. "AMIRA, HELLO?! EARTH TO ESTEEMED LEADER OF A HIDDEN VILLAGE DOWN IN A HELL HOLE BENEATH THE SAND!!!" Amira had gone comatose with silence and the infernals were just pressing in that much more. For all her yelling and distractions they were doing her squat of any goddamn good right now.

It was a desperate measure, something she wanted to avoid, but she loaded an explosive arrow, primed to explode on contact and shot the ceiling just overhead but a step or two out so it'd fall all over the crowd an if they were lucky they'd only catch superficial damage. The explosion was brutal, savage, the chucks it loosed blew more chucks blew more chucks blew even more chunks that rebounded off the rubble pile for sure to damn near knock poor little Claire off her feet. Dazed from a falling boulder that brushed her arm and knocked her against a wall, she caught sight of the falling debris about to hit Amira and put all her strength in tugging the woman over and across the little expanse and safely into her arms.

"I hate you right now." She mumbled to herself, using the opportunity of the rockslide to pick off the imps that scampered over buried allies to be the first to try and get their pointy, nasty little phalanges in her skin. "Nope." She chirped, firing over and over, picking them off, a curt, "Nope." Punctuating the hard release of her pistol bow. Just when she thought things weren't going to get any worse, the one thing that could happen in a demon nest way down underground in a desert full of sand with the sun boring down over them; It got FUCKING WORSE. Like it always did, a bellow filled the hallways and the ground shook, nearly lifting Claire off her feet and chomping her teeth together. "Oh fuck. man, this is ju---" Then the wall behind them exploded.

This guy. This fucking guy. He did this? "Woah now, hey, hey, hey. She was quick to aim the pistol bow his way immediately, already loaded with a razor fletched shaft, eyes narrowed. "Why are you even... who are y---" The roar came again, louder, closer, it made her head hurt, her eye twitch and the world around her tunnel down into whatever she could see down the..well..tunnel. Of course it came it always did, a greater familiar, high class pets to the demons who ran the rests when their minions weren't enough. They sent the big guns. All of this was just chance and opportunity, her weapon dropping with a giant red eye stared down the hallway before turning the corner to show it belonged to a towering visceral dragon.

"Jesus fuck." The rubble would look like a sand box to this thing and her bolts were too small to hurt a thing made of age old magic and had no nerve endings. her thoughts were racing; from the pile of dead in front of her, to comatose Amira to the skinny guy who just stood there. This was her life right now. "Maaaaan" Was all she gt out before shooting a frost bolt into the Dragons foot, snatching Amira by the collar and running full speed the other way "THANKSGUYIOWEYOUONETRYNOTTODIE!" And she was off.

[Tetsu]

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1 cm
Rank: "B"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: User uppercuts the opponent along the tip of the opponent's jaw only hitting 1 cm of the jaw.
Special: ---
Drawback: Best used only if an opponent is stunned already.
Description: If the opponent gets hit here the left and right of the brain shake around. First the feet lose the ability to function temporarily, and then the opponent is unable to stand. A knockout punches where the user throws a quick uppercut to the opponent. When the opponent is hit, the user hits barely 1 cm against the opponent's chin. The brain then is shaken violently so much to the point where the opponent feels they have dodged or is not hit by the attack. After that the opponent is unable to move their legs. When the opponent is hit by this technique, they are unable to move their lower part of their body for a total of two rounds as they will continue to collapse along the floor, or stay up long enough for a more devastating blow to the opponent such as a Haymaker.
Limit: Must learn in a gym that teaches Bokushingu (Boxing), Must know the Four Punching Basics.

"What!" Amira shouted over the confusion as some dead looking creeps began to approach her in addition to the other weird ass creatures that seemed to be extremely occupied with attacking them. Amira took no time in confronting them as she threw a pair of jabs into the numb walking creature's face. It didn't seem to care that she had pretty much mashed it's face in with her left handed jabs and continued on it's marry way as Amira stepped back to prepare an uppercut that would nail the creature. She pulled her arm back, made sure that her right knuckles were down and quickly shifted her weight upward. Her uppercut connected with the thing's chin, just about within the first few centimeters of it's face. The thing simply collapsed on the floor as if she had just killed it. It seemed to be able to move it's body; however it's legs were immobile, as if the nerves would not allow the dead looking creature thing to move. "Sweet..." Amira said as she quickly drew a kunai blade into her left hand to use as her means of damage while she would plan to run up to these things and knock them down one by one with an uppercut like she had this fool. 

Taking a step forward she quickly slashed her weapon at the things torso as she prepared her body for another uppercut that was going to be targeted at the creature's chin. "Damn it!" She shouted as she extended her arm upward connecting at the chin once again to get a good feeling for the punch as she knocked another tool on it's ass. It was in that moment that Claire quickly scooped her up and was running off with her. "woah boss what do you think your doing?" she asked as a falling rock almost crushed both of them. "oohf.." Amira said as she was slammed up against the wall, with her kunai knife clattering to the brimstone ground with a clank. She quickly began to recover her vision as it blurred a bit from the impact of whatever had just happened. Not having the time to wait around to find out Amira scooped up her weapon again and stuffed it into her butt bag as she quickly began to box the fuck out of these demon fuckers. "Fuck you you basters!" She shouted as a winged atrocity flew out of the hole to combat them. She quickly began to throw a few jabs at the creature's face, and then it's torso as it tried to claw at her face. Side stepping to the inside of the attack, she prepared to finish their confrontation. 

She quickly bent her arm back, with her knuckles facing the ground as she prepared to nail this creature in the face. Extending her body forward with no plans to hold back, she aimed her uppercut for the imp's chin as they combated hand to hand. She felt her fist knock right into the jaw bone of the creature as it stumbled backwards unable to use it's body properly as it fell back down the hole again. "Shit Claire, what the fuck was that!?" she shouted as she began to recover her bearings as what looked like a fucking dragon suddenly appeared above them where the sand from her desert home poured into the chasm. "WHAT THE LITERAL FUCK IS A DRAGON DOING DOWN HERE!" Amira shouted in frustration as she quickly confronted another undead something. Throwing a few jabs to knock it backwards she did her best to keep her composure. She had only been down for a few seconds, how could something that big be over looked? she thought to herself as her fists slammed into the face of the zombie like creature. She quickly prepared herself to knock this bitch flat on his ass as she stepped into the fellow, fighting him head on while Claire shot a frost bolt at the dragon.

Amira's fist quickly swung upward as she aimed for the chin of the zombie like creature. The thing grunted as the hit connected, shaking it's already damaged brain around in it's skull. It fell down as it began to convulse, something Amira had not expected. "take that bitch!" She shouted as suddenly she felt Claire grasp onto her tactical vest's collar. Claire said something Amira could not understand as she got the memo, RUN! She quickly took off in the same direction as Claire as she did her best to avoid all of the chaotic mess that was surrounding them. "why is it always me?" Amira asked quietly as she quickly dashed after Claire in hopes of not being obliterated by a dragon or any of these other weird ass creatures. 

[Runeska]

Healing Hands (Moderate)
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Healer gains the ability to heal Moderate Wounds within an amount of time.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: When laying the hand upon a living creature, the user channels positive energy that cures Moderate wounds within the amount of time performing a "B" Rank technique in handseals. While curing Moderate wounds this technique brings higher wound levels down by 1 step. Since undead are powered by negative energy, this Jutsu deals damage to them instead of curing their wounds.
Limit: Must be a Medical Doctor. Must know Healing Hands (Light).

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One thing was for sure. These walls, were many times denser than plan old earth. The moment his hand hit them, the sinew and muscle gave way to bruising, hemorrhaging, and potentially, a nasty fracture. In addition, Aclime felt like he’d tweaked his wrist. Hm… yeah, he was being far too careless, and that worried him. Channeling a bit of chakra, he began working it towards the dominant hand he’d used to dismantle the wall none too gently. The glow from his chakra would intensify. Once he placed it over his injury, the pain softened a bit. The first thing to occur was always the lessening of pain. Before he could get much over, the rest of the world caught up with him though.

You see, perhaps his carelessness was at an all-time high right now. The moment he crashed through the wall, it should have been obvious that he’d taken 1 wrong step, perhaps a series, which led him to some decrepit corner of hell. Goblins, demons, zombies, and who knew what else was already here. The two girls had slain many, and more were already coming closer this way. What broke his attention was something that he’d have never expected. Suddenly, the ground shook. His chakra wavered momentarily. All of a sudden, a monstrous roar shook the very air. It was intense, causing him to step back from the pressure. Was that how it was when he force screamed?

No, this was something different. Far off in the distance, something a very large… no…. You. Gotta. Be. Freaking. Kidding me. A dragon? Literally? What the hell? Literally? Was this crypt a passageway to the bowels of hell and brimstone? Speaking of brimstone, there was another concern upon his mind. Where were they going, that is to say, the 2 girls? By this point, his chakra had already faded, his concentration gone, and injury still a hindrance. They ran? Well yeah, of course they did but without even as much as a word? No, the one girl had said something indistinguishable. Wait, he heard something about die! Not today!!! “Hey!!! Wait up!!! Where are you going!?”

Following suit, he turned back and ran off too, not even sparing to attack anything nearby. In retrospect, he suddenly felt shamed. A year ago, he would have been gutsy enough to try going toe to toe with a dragon had he chanced such a rare encounter. Now however, something about his diminutive form made more or less afraid of such an idea. It had to be because his body was no longer fully matured and subsequently lost a great deal of its strength. Speed too. Normally, he probably would have cut them off by now and have been the lead runner, if only speed were considered. This was… depressing.

Enough of that His hand… He’d need it pretty soon to fight. Why did he come here again? Was he hoping to find another treasure vault complete with an ancient library? Pushing the thought aside, he raised a much higher level of chakra to his left hand in order to heal the right, still running all the while. The soreness in his risk began to subside slightly, and the discoloration in his hand faded slightly. If he had to use his hand now, he probably could, but to a lesser degree. Time for some answers… or not.

“Hey!!! Um… girl? That’s a dragon, right? Don’t they like… breath fire or something? Are you sure running down a corridor in a straight line is a good idea? Why don’t we turn left… or right? I mean, we don’t have to. You might look pretty as an ashtray afterall?” Nervous laughter erupted from his throat as he spoke to the 2 strangers, who might not have had an idea for where they were going.

[Aimi Kaguya]

+20 TP all around, I dunno what's going on but it feels like a level in Doom for some reason.

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Katon no Jutsu (Fire Release Skill)
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: ---
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: With this skill, or release, the user is now capable of using, and performing techniques that deal with the element of Fire. This means that any NinJutsu or specialized TaiJutsu that deals the Fire Release will need this in order to be performed correctly.
Limit: ---
Heat Mastery, when a user reaches to a point where they gain the full potential and understanding of fire and Heat the user is capable of many things. A technique such as this is a mastery of all Fire Techniques to where they do not have to worry about Minor Burns.

"Gekkido-sama?! I love you... this is exactly why I wanted to follow you." Ame who had been quietly following Gekkido up till this point finally spoke up. She looked back at the Dragon, and took in a deep breath, her blood began to stir, she could feel a kinship to this creature. When Gekkido mentioned it breathing fire Ame almost exploded with excitement. She looked back at the Dragon and began to shout, "Yes, breath fire you little bitch... so me some rage!!! Show me power!!!" She started to chuckle to herself as this very dangerous situation was very interesting to her. As she looked back at the dragon as she looked back she could feel a heat in her belly building. 

She ran away from the beast that chased, but as she did so she tried to harness this new sensation that she was felling. She focused her chakra into her gut, and feel the heat there. She used her chakra to grab hold of the feeling and began to push that up to the surface, or out of her mouth. She began to breath deeply, and steam began to ooze over her lips. She saw steam over out of her mouth and she began to smile. She knew exactly what this was know and she wanted to fully harness it. She glanced back at the dragon once again, drawing on the heat she was feeling in her gut. 

She channeled go chakra into the feeling and focused on that chakra to push up more and more power. The more she pushed up the more steam that came out of her mouth. She made a hand seal, and help focus the chakra and the feeling in her gut intensified even more. Ame, took control of her chakra and wrapped it tight around that feeling, she looked back at the Dragon once more and pleaded, "Show me some fire!!!!" As she  shouted it wasn't steam that came from her mouth, but full on smoke. Whatever she was doing was working, but she was sure that if the Dragon shot some fire she would be able to understand the process more clearly. 

She then listened to Gekkido making his suggestions about their escape. Smoke flared from Ame's noise, as the rage began to build the heat in her belly, "No Gekkido-sama, we can't escape until I see the fire!!! PLeeeeaassssee!!" She pleaded as she continued to focus the chakra, and the heat that was building in her body. As she begged tiny flames began to sprout out from between her teeth. She was now producing fire, but had no real control over its manifestation. She continued to breath deeply, as the group continued their escape. 

She began to steady her breathing, and with each breath she poured chakra into the breath. The chakra she poured in rubbed against what was already there. Each new breath, produced more friction and the heat coming from her body increased. She gave one finally huff, and a full fledged flame came out of her mouth. She started to giggle like a manic, and then looked back at the dragon, one last time. As she looked back, she let out a deep breath from her lungs that traveled through her nose. Smoke flared from her nose as tiny tongues of flame, flared from her mouth. "Owww, owww... I fink I fruned fy fung... fammft!!! *I think I burned my tongue... dammit!!!*" She clearly still had much to learn. 

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

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The corridor was too narrow to be followed down but that didn't mean they were out of trouble, another body joining the mad dash that she didn't even notice till she ran like they were on the hurdles, leaping the rising heads of imps from the ground. "Look guy, I don't know who you are bu--- WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO EVEN ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" Fellow Venators? Or maybe that as just unlucky souls who found their ways down here and now they were just victims of circumstance. "Whatever. A straight line is the best way to get the enemy to believe you will be an easy target. You bait the attack, dodge and retaliate it's not that complex." With her pistol bow out she fired into the top of the heads of the many rising imps who's slumbering holes they ran over.

"Listen up scrubs, crash course in Demon Lairs. Every open pathways on the upper levels are occupied by the low level demons, imp, undead, infernals and such, they sleep in the floors much like now." She jumped an imp and slammed a kick into it's face that rocked it's head back to connect with the ground. "That thing is an undead dragon, very uncommon on these levels but they means we made too much of a ruckus when we first entered, or they were expecting us!" The corridor had many alternate pathways and that was paramount when drawing a stupid dragons attention. "Alright you two, Starvin Marvin and the other girl, when you see the corridor light up, split off, div into one of the passage ways and haul ass. The upper levels all loop around in a circle, we'll come up behind the thing."

It was almost impossible to stay ahead of the rising imps and the ones not killed, dazed from their pounding footfalls or still safe int heir hoes were now up and chasing, shrieking, laughing, that terrible sound like the dying shrieks of children in the teeth of monsters, it made her head cloudy with memories of things she didn't need to be dwelling on right now. The moment the corridor lit up she took a breath, cloudy headed, stumbling slightly, the crackle of fire and dying imps caught in crossfire echoed all around them "GO! SPLIT!" Like a professional ball player she applied the brakes and cut a right tun so hard, so quick, the raw strength of her calf muscles snapped her tibia and fibula clean in half, the buckle of her leg didn't even register as painful, just using it as a chance to tuck and roll.

She shoved Amira away from her and towards the nearest hollow divot in the wall, not trusting her to be spry enough to dodge, using the force to throw her shoulder into the skinny male and pray the new girl had the presence of mind to follow suit. The fire she had a front row seat to, a backwards glance to see that look of panic on the face of dead or dying imps, the licking roar of flames as they tore through the air and she just moved entirely on instinct. Her arm came up, explosive bolt charged to explode on impact, aiming for the opening of the corridor. Her free hand whipped back the hood of her cloak for it was was stifling, it narrowed her vision. And She must see far. She dropped her heavy crossbow for it was heavy. It threw her off balance. And her target is far away. The aiming came, lock and *_THOCK!* She fired the bolt.

Crashing hard into the male and nearly side swiping the female she tried shoving them as far off the beaten path as possible, the bolt sticking into the mouth of the tunnel and erupting in a small explosion that buffeted most of the flame. Whatever happened next, ma the gods be with them.

[Runeska]

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As they continued running, the soft glowing intensified around his left hand. Holding it closely to the regenerating flesh, his right hand began to itch. Blood vessels would mend together bruises on bones would disappear and within moments, his hand would return to normal. Footsteps thundered from all around however, in between his healing, causing him to carefully split his focus between the ensuing mass of bodies, the dragon which could roast them at any moment, and his allies. He clenched his right hand a bit while listening was able to confirm it’s complete recovery. However, that was only the first of his concerns.

Ame seemed to have lost it, at least, as far as he was concerned. Granted, he didn’t realized this was a literal hellhole, but perhaps he should have dragged her to a place like this. Didn’t she realize that a dragon that size would likely throw a miles long flame that could roast the entire passageway? More importantly… what ever she was doing was not for the best of her health. Was she learning fire… now? With the remaining glow left on his hand, Aclime brought it close to Ame’s face. The soft glow would stimulate her natural healing and almost instantly remove the burns from her toungue, as well as what he could only guess would be throat. Of all the things to do and at all times. If she messed up fire here, she’d probably smoke herself out before the dragon.

Suddenly, he was addressed in a weird manner by the bowgirl. “We were looking for the entrance way to ancient library I visited in the desert one time. Sorry Ame-chan this doesn’t seem to be it. Stay alive till we get out… ok?” With the general explanation for their actions going about, Aclime moved his hand from Ame and began striking at any creatures that got too close. He had to admit, the idea was simple and effective, but with the way the enemies were bottlenecking after them, if they slipped up, things could get messy. And just like that, it did.

The warning to move came very sudden. Aclime was in midstrike when the girl suddenly barreled into he and Ame, knocking them into a side passage. Amidst the roaring of the impending wave of fire, what he heard was a sharp snap. Many explosions and flashes of light later, smoke residue remained, and Aclime was able to see what made the snapping sound. It was the archer’s leg, or rather a bone. This would get in the way. Without any warning at all, he snatched her from her feet, as she was still trying to move. Immediately, a bright glow formed around both hands and he applied that to the disfiguration, all the while holding the leg in place properly.

It was crudely done, at first. In fact, it probably hurt like hell to have someone else touching her injury, but, from the situation, there were a few things he was certain of. First, a leg injury like that would slow them down. Secondly, well, the main passage was clear for a moment, right? I mean, anything the survive that whole mess would be stunned for now, so a few seconds were good to hold onto, right? It would only take about a minute to inject his chakra into the wound and heal it. Once there, the girl would feel a warmth that was somehow cooling and inviting.

“Just stay still. I’ll fix your leg, unless you’d rather be dragged around hell. Ame-chan, keep going. By the way, I’m Runeska and that’s Ame. I’ll just call you “Boom boom” if you don’t prefer your name.” While he worked on the leg, it wasn’t likely that there was much time, so there’d be quite some catching up to do. Seconds later, the light on his hand faded, and he roughly pulled the girl to her feet before pulling her forward. Whether or not she believed it, her calf would be as good as new, minus residual aching left from the initial snap, but that would go away soon enough.

Now running forward again, he yelled, “Well, monster… demon… slayer, your the lead.”

[Dealer's Button]

Koutetsu no Karada (Steel Body)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: Ninjutsu, Supplementary in Weapon Form.
Effect: Determines the durability of the user's Steel Body.
Special: "Hand Seals", supplementary in Weapon Form.
Drawback: The more durable the body is, the less speed that the user has. The speed is of the user is reduced by one Difficulty Class from their current Difficulty Class for every Rank of the technique that the user has active. If at any point the user's Difficulty Class for movements reduces below "D" Rank, they will be considered to have zero movements per turn, unless they are performing the required handseals to obtain a lower Durability.
Description: The Koutestu no Karada, or the Steel Body, is the understanding of just how powerful the user's steel has become. The Steel of the body is capable of resisting up to one strike of the same Rank as it before becoming injured. This technique, while not in weapon form, can be modified around, due to the fact that the lower the ranking, the faster that the user is capable of moving with less training. When the user has transformed into Weapon Form, they will automatically take the highest rank of this ability in order to state their durability.
Limit: Must have Koutetsu Katansei of the same rank.

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People mentioned that it was usual to run away from a brood of demons and other wretched creatures yet they remained standing. All of these enlisted warriors have seen many horrors which made these hellish creatures usual pest that had to be exterminated. It was strange, the Hachidaime Yukikage did not consider these creatures evil nor good it was meaningless to define things as such due to where there came their actions spoke a lot more than their origins. Through various reports this brood of minions had been attacking innocent individuals and such. As an simple teacher and retired kage, the Scion of Hearts had to usually play judge,jury, and executioner these days sadly. When they arrived their main goal was to vanquish the main brood mother thus they split off into different directions. The card enchanter calmly walked down the tunnel awaiting to hear from anyone else while swiftly checking over his brought items. Quickly and carefully light blue eyes glanced over at the 9 card holster strapped upon his body each filled with 4 decks. One upon each wrist, three upon each hip, finally one near his right ankle. During each step he could hear the faint rustle of 80 ice exploding tags lingering inside his buttbag.He simply arrived due to reports and an estimated meeting location for their scrounged up team. Although the locations of one of the members reveiled itself with the echo of numerous blood gurgling screams of imps and such. "it seems my destination is that way" he mentioned before sprinting forward taking a few moments to reach the others consisting of Clair,Amira, and Aclime. "ello maidens and gent it seems our ronzivinue is successful despite our clients hastily conjured up plan" the red leg master said gently and politely while a small proud smirk remained upon his lips.

Soon after a mighty roar echoed throughout the location signalling the danger quickly approaching. Hands gently remained near the red leg master's light brown dress pants. "come forth fiend court is in session" he spoke proudly his light blue eyes gazing into the red ones ahead while he quickly began to chain handseals. During each handseal his liquid iron body structure shifted raising up to the proud father's flesh solidifying it. Ace winced still not accustomed to the sudden shift of somewhat normal flesh to metallic living flesh and bone. During this transformation all of the warmth of the world seemed to become dull yet if the damage was great enough the wonder of feeling anything would return. Still despite this small inconvenience he chose this vessel instead of the one he was born with. This one was strong and sturdy allowing his feats and bravery not be hampered by simple human limitations. Focusing upon his chakra flow the liquid metal positions itself correctly as it absorbed the energy flow. Reacting to this the Hachidaime Yukikage's skin became shinier and gray. Once the seals were finished and the liquid metal solidified his hands slowly went back to his sides before his left black dress shoe gently tapped upon the floor.

Ace remained confident while his bodily shift began to show a few signs of discomfort. Despite being able to walk and such his vessel felt beyond heavy and unnatural to his movements. Indeed, his physical weight drastically increased in this form logically increasing striking damage yet increasing fatigue as well. Silently he glanced over at them wondering if they was prepared for the mighty beast ahead. Glancing at them they seemed ready despite one already injuring themselves yet was being healed. Quickly glancing at the healer he smiled knowing that despite his steel body ability to endure many physical strikes it still had its limits. He had other ways of enhancing his vessel's defense yet this was something that had to be trained and expanded on. Subtly flexing his left strong left leg, the red leg master slightly gritted his teeth feeling the enormous strain upon his body. He was sure his leg weight more than 3x as heaver as before the technique. Also despite all of this weight he was not sure his chakra fully solidified the liquid steel. It felt the transformation was completed but the only way was to test it. Glancing onward his light blue eyes remained focused as his smirk widened even more. An mighty beast from hell was the best way to test his bestowed vessel's true potential.

[Aimi Kaguya]

+20 for erry one, I still don't know what's happening but MMPH! Dat 300 reference doe.

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Learning: 20/30

“No need to apologize Gekkido-sama, this is quite exciting.” Ame said just as the flames from the Dragon erupted. The Bow wielding women, had crashed into Gekkido, sending the two of them into a side corridor Ame quickly dove to there location, barely avoiding the torrent of flames that followed suit. Ame turned to see the flames lapping against the wall, and she stretched out her hand. As she stretched her hand out she focused her chakra, and used it to grab some of the flames before they subsided. Her chakra held the flames in place over her palm as she stared into it. She felt her chakra move through the element, and memorized its’ composition, the way the heat felt above her pam, the way the fire moved. It was so free, so captivating, so deadly.

She released her chakra and then flames fluttered off, but she wasn’t quite done with her fiery obsession just yet. She focused her chakra and then then released a small breath, as she did so, a tongue of fire, flared out over her palm. She focused her chakra and the flames seemed to pool over her hand as if it wore poured into a glass. It was held in place by Ame’s chakra, and the flames then began to move around her hand. She fluttered her fingers and twisted her wrist, as the fire continued to dance around her hand. It wasn’t until she heard Gekkido's voice talked to her that she was snapped back to reality, “You want me to leave you two, well...three, here? I won’t argue.” Ame said as she knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself.

Ame looked down at the fire that still danced around her hand. She caught in her palm and then clinched her fist, with a grin. She was sure that she knew how to draw of the power flames now, and she wasn’t quite sure how, but she knew that it was going to come in handy. She continued on ahead as Gekkido had commanded, and she looked down at her palm one more time as she gathered her chakra and a tiny flames emerged, and then faded away. She didn’t this several times, it was starting to become more anxious tick, rather than anything else.

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

Effective Judgment
Rank: "C" Always 30 Training Points
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: When hunting down heretics, having the knowledge from their divine beliefs on how to make more effective Judgments can give them an advantage.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Venator gains a +1 to their effective Class Level when determining the Level based effects of any Judments.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must know Judgment.

0/30

When they landed in the small opening of the wall t's jostled her leg, twisting it at an odd angle and all the adrenaline in the world couldn't mask that pain. Instead of crying out she swallowed the pain, her skin turning a sickly pale and a cold sweat breaking out over her body. Was it clean? No chance of residue or shredding her blood vessels she hoped. A hit like that was going to hinder her movement but her eyes began to glow brightly, filling herself with a burning intensity, the prayers of her church filling her with a divine energy to boost her speed, her movements, but it was small and it did nothing to stem the pain she felt.

She cycled through her blessings, eyes shifting to a golden hue and filling their little tunnel with holy light, her vision increasing but that wasn't the power she needed, the pain was muddling her thoughts and made it an impossible task to concentrate upon the going ons. She sat heavily when he released her, finally letting out a choked gasp, tears well in her bright eyes, wide with pain and holy retribution. Through grit teeth and filtered her breaths and stares hellfire at the one man handling her, skinny little prick, "You better start praying quick punk, whatever you're doing butter be worthwhile." the cry of dying imps slowed and the roar of their enemy shook the walls, cave dust sprinkling down around them.

Imps were easy kills, stupid little mischief makers, but when shadowed their tunnel wasn't an imp, but a Dire imp, larger, much smarter and stupidly agile. She snatched up her pistol bow, aimed and fired in a panic, the thing ducking her shot easily and scrabbling up the walls. Every shot she fired it leaped, ducked and dodged, gaining an aerial advantage to come crashing down on them. Her eyes were so bright it almost hurt and her vision was just that much stronger, cutting towards the hot glow of fire that the pyro girl was handling now. What were their names? Ame and Runeska? She couldn't help the spiteful laugh and helpless grin that crossed her face, it's humor not even going a centimeter deep beneath it's surface, "The fates ring me a girl named Rain into the depths of a hell on earth. I must be forsaken."

When she settled in for another shot he felt herself yanked up off her feet and when sh embraced for the searing pain of a jarred leg she felt only...relief...and a mild throb. All it took was a shove and she was turned around running full speed ahead. They rounded a corner and she heard something, someone, the closer they got the more another human figure appeared. She switched to the movement grace of judgement, jumping past the man and kicking off of his shoulder to boost herself ahead, not even caring at this point at all the fools who ran around in demon nests these days. "Move, Harry Powwer!' She yelled out as she rounded another corner, lost but not helplessly so, the extra movement helping to at least cover more distance, maybe another ten meters. "Look for a slope that heads down at a steep angle and jump, I am expecting reinforcements here soon." Head down, hands in a fist she ran for everything she was worth and hoped that other fool she left behind would make it.

It occured to her just then...she left Amira. she wasn't going to go ba-- "AAAGGHH MOTHER FU-" the rest fell into garbled nonsense. She;d turn around later. Amira was a Kage, she could handle herself. She didn't even pay the dire imp earlier a second thought...

[Runeska]

Healing Hands (Serious)
Rank: "A"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Healer gains the ability to heal Serious Wounds within an amount of time.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: When laying the hand upon a living creature, the user channels positive energy that cures Serious wounds within the amount of time performing a "A" Rank technique in handseals. While curing Serious wounds this technique brings higher wound levels down by 1 step. Since undead are powered by negative energy, this Jutsu deals damage to them instead of curing their wounds.
Limit: Must be a Medical Doctor. Must know Healing Hands (Moderate).

0/60

Well that was something… and but something, he meant crazy. Another person was here. This one was a male, much older than the girls, and least physically older than himself. His patient, who seemed to have a nasty attitude initially about his treatment, seemed to perked up significantly after she realized that not only was her leg healed, but the pain was gone. Honestly, Aclime was a bit nervous about that. It was the first time he healed someone in this kind of situation. Even though it was a very short period of time, it was almost very difficult with her movements. It was only after it was fixed, that he saw what she was firing at.

Instantly, she was gone, bolting down the hall, without even a word of gratitude… or her own name to return the favor. No matter. There was little more to expect under these situations. But given their predicament, Aclime got moving and shrugged it off. While he did, generated another mass of chakra on his hands, or at least, he tried. There was little time for the proper concentration, or ease of comfort. However, if he were going to be playing healer, he needed to at least be ready to do more serious, life saving regenerations.

For this, as he took off after “Boom Boom” he fought to keep a conscious level of control over that chakra. It constantly wavered and shrunk, dissappating into a ghostly film. He was too preoccupied with the dire imp, which to him simply look rabid, and on steroids. Sure sure, kill it and be on his way right? But then he’d told Ame to go ahead, Boom Boom was going ahead as well, and behind them were a horded of the undead and supernatural and infernal. Staying to fight one could mean staying to fight all. Was that what he wanted? HA not in the least.

A moment into his run, he caught up to the new male that had appeared, he seemed to be barring the path from the creature. He spoke rather timid at first, but then confidently as he called out, “Um… I don’t know who you are, but you shouldn’t stand here. If you must, kill that beast and flee. There’s a horde behind them, and you wouldn’t stand a chance.” Since he stopped running for a moment, he paused to reaffirm the mass of chakra on his hand. He remolded it into a ball and concentrated it so that it was compact again.

He could feel its strength returning, and a small positive green light returned. However, it was smaller than when it was spread out. He waved his hand infront of the man so that he could clearly see the chakra and could faintly feel the warm glow. “Somehow, I’m the healer, so stay near us if you want to live.” With that, the light intensified some and turned bluish. He was trying to build the highest level of positive energy that he could for now and maintain that. Hopefully, no one would need it, but then again… dragon. But with that, he was off once more. They had a long trek ahead of them before they could circle back and complete their first objective.

[Dealer's Button]

20/80

A few moments slowly ticked away the Chivalrous Gambler's chakra steadily adaptive to his metallic vessel. Sadly the hardest part of this adaption did not occur yet which was maintaining his chakra network to readily keep the liquid metal condensed. Numerous actions put an grand strain upon this due to each movement meant the metal had to bend just enough to make movement natural yet the chakra hand to remain potent throughout his body. Ace was somewhat use to this concept yet the harder the metal had to be remained constantly the more difficult it was to keep the chakra evenly distributed. Despite the many benefits of this vessel many disadvantages did exist especially movement speed. During this condensed form the red leg master's movement was reduced by one class rank which could only be restored by disarming the defense or training the proper movement technique. Those could only come later as this allowed his body to endure many more strikes than normal warriors. Knowing this defensive advantage yet fully aware of the great toil to be paid allowed the Scion of Hearts to smirk proudly even more. He knew his pride was an problem at times but he deserved to be proud of his accomplishments even while knowing his own downfalls. Glancing over at the medic as he continued to heal the injured girl he thought about his own home and the war the group was sent out to avoid. Taking his off of them his light blue eyes returned to stare onward towards the dark abyss.

Glaring at the red lit eyes up ahead, the Hachidaime Yukikage remained focusing upon his chakra network. He desired to keep the flow steady and firm hoping to constantly keep his liquid metal condensed while pliable enough for rough movement and flexibility. A few moments later the medic mentioned some advise it seemed which was noted despite the card enchanter's light blue eyes glistening with determination. He went toe to toe with an mighty dragon before this time he wast going to lose to this foul beast. Subtly shifting his attention here and there a few brutish imps illustrated rather ravish behavior foam slightly dripping from their cruel maws. Knowing that they was going to be an problem he began to rush forward yet halting slightly as an random girl used one of his shoulders ans an jumping vault. Gritting due to the sudden increase of weight he slightly lost balance for a brief moment before regaining his composure. Once this was done the Hachidaime Yukikage glared at the energized venator. "Madam its rude to decline to inquire someone's assistance before mindlessly taking it without permission" the arctic leader sternly scolded the young lady before she dashed forward. "also Harry Potter what does that bloody mean" he questioned confused about the label thrown out. He was sure it was an rude remark or something or maybe it was an foreign thing who knows. Despite it being rude and such when she pressed her weight upon his shoulder the red leg master noticed her slightly sink her weight into his metallic flesh. Due to this he must not have been directing an potent enough flow throughout his vessel. This was an major issue because this meant there was a weak spot in his defense which was absolutely not acceptable.

Consciously locating the weak points upon his shoulders, the Hachidaime Yukikage subtly shifted an stead and potent chakra surge through his shoulders. A few moments later his shoulders began to feel significantly heavier as the liquid metal in his shoulders began to absorb more chakra. Around this time a couple more dire imps gathered baring their sinful fangs. Rushing forward as fast as even possible due to the immense weight of his vessel he advanced forwards towards the fiendish creatures. Bending his knees slightly before pushing forward, he performed a small hop before swinging his left dominant leg to the left side before slicing the air with an slicing sweep kick. During the rotation the devastating limb attempting to bash into the 3 fiends near their legs and midsection. If this strike lending it would make the little pests fall downward before their faces slamming into the ground which the strike alone could break their legs upon impact. If the strike was successful the little bastards would be screaming/screeching in agony as the card enchanter took pity upon them.

Pondering of the movement of his strike and the feeling of the limb's impact. It did not feel solid on his leg's structure which could be an bad sign. Ace was concerned of flowing too much chakra upon a specific location upon his body to improve the potent structure of his internal liquid metal vessel structure. This was mainly due to his body having a certain amount of mass which his chakra had to make all of his flesh/surface durable to endure any strike from his foes. Light blue eyes calmly stared upon the suffering creatures even though they have caused such damage throughout the land his heart twinged slightly. "even if one's life is vile and a blight to humanity their life is still valued" he thought pondering about life itself. The old relic often thought about this aspect ever since he returned to the realm of flesh. He was not an god so it was not morally right to decide when an living creatures life was cut short if it was used for an specific purpose. Extermination for the well being of humanity may be an valiant purpose yet it did not feel correct as he constantly seen life taken away through conflict. "enter your eternal slumber before you return once thou came" Ace gently and polity mentioned to the injured fiends before grabbing 3 cards from his left wrist card holster. Gently he surged chakra throughout his left hand as he grasped the 3 paper items infusing his energy into them. Glistening an slight blue aura as they sharpened drastically as the paper absorbed their master chakra. Gracefully he simply flicked his wrist flicking the charged items. Elegantly the cards sliced through the air before easily slicing through the dire imp's necks cutting off the connection of their nervous system attempting to kill them in a quick and painless method.

"I am well aware of the danger of the foul horde ahead of us" Ace mentioned to the healer in his usual gentle and polite tone. Despite his common sense telling him to halt his current steel durability technique to improve speed and movement his pride told him to deal with it. This was indeed the best way to improve upon an already vital skill. Considering this the old relic presumed it would be best to inform this ally of his hindrances. "assuming its best for you to know to fully apply your expertise and such" Ace said calmly as he stayed beside the other male. "the current technique in use drastically increasing my vessel defense able to endure an A rank technique before toil occurs" he continued to inform the individual. "despite this benefit it comes with an hefty hindrance before the appropriate skill is learned which as of now my speed is greatly reduced" the Hachidaime Yukikage mentioned while his light blue eyes focused ahead as he scanned the general area ahead as well.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Loki - Learned
Everyone else: +20

This thread is all over the place and I like it that way <3

[Tetsu]

20/60



Amira was really far behind as she turned around to find that Claire had been drug off with the pair of gentlemen and a woman she had never encountered before. "Hey guys, Wait up!" She shouted as she was suddenly confronted with a horde of imp like creatures once again. "Shit...I Guess they are going to have to wait..." She said gritting her teeth as the first creature confronted her. Amira quickly weaved her head to the side as she prepared to throw a few jabs towards the creature's face to break it's posture. Amira felt her fist connect perfectly each time as her fist slammed into the imps skull with a decent amount of hitting power. Soon after that she quickly weaved her body to the side as she prepared her counter uppercut that was going to have to be aimed at the creature's chin. She knew that if she could hit the first 2 cm of the chin area, she would be able to knock this thing on it's ass for quite a while, which would give her time to run after Claire and to catch up with the others. Feeling her timing, Amira quickly pulled her arm back, with knuckles facing downward as she ducked her body to the side, and quickly threw her weight upward towards the creature's chin. "Take this you cretin!" She shouted as her knuckles connected with the lower chin of the creature.

It fell to the ground with a thunk as it basically landed with little to no grace. "who else wants some!?" Amira shouted as she quickly dashed forward into the group with a fire set in her eyes. The dragon, all these imp and zombie like creature, they were simply enemies to her at this point as she quickly confronted one of the undead fodder as she quickly prepared to confront with her fists. Her jabs were quick and all aimed at the face of the creature as their moves were sluggish and readable as hell. Amira quickly took the moment to quickly cock her arm back as she ducked lower to the ground to throw an uppercut to the creature's jaw. Amira felt her fist connect with the chin as it not only damaged the already fucked up nervous system of the walking dead, but also cracked the creature's rotting jaw. The rotten flesh bag fell backwards onto it's ass in a crumple of defeat as it was defeated easily.

Amira continued to push her way through the reanimated creatures as she exhaled a deep breath. Throwing jabs, one two combinations and readying herself for another uppercut, Amira quickly ducked low under one of the creature's swipes towards her head. "you mine," She said as she used her strong lower legs and footwork to propel her body's momentum upward towards the chin of the creature. She was aiming for the 1 cm area at the point of the chin when she launched herself upward. Her body's momentum built up the power as she threw her body into the uppercut, sending the creature backwards as it's nervous system gave in to the powerful hit that shook the brain of the already brain rotten creature. This not only knocked it down, but caused the creature to fall over dead. It's already damaged brain shook around so violently that it must have taken quite a bit of damage from the impact. "Oh shit..." She said as she realized how devastating the hit was. It was in that moment that an imp came charging down towards her, with it's mass of creatures in tow. "welp...I don't think I want to hang around for that." She said as she quickly focused chakra into her feet, and began to scale the wall at a rapid scale. 

With that she did her best to climb out of this hell hole, knowing that Claire was in good hands with the people who had randomly appeared out of no where. Quickly Uppercutting an imp as it flew by. Amira watched as it's brain rattled, causing it to fall back to the ground in a heap. Amira then quickly climbed up over the edge and looked back down in the fiery hole. "hell on earth, looks like I'll be deploying a few ANBU teams." She said as she quickly charged back towards the village in hopes of sending assistance to this location, and maybe she would even return to face these horrors again.

(exiting because my activity has been slow, so just getting out of the way for now lol)

[Deleted]

Learning: 0/80

SPOILER: Click to show

Fast Mover
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User can move faster than normal.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User gains a +1 extra movement. This Jutsu can stack with other movement increasement Jutsus. User may only learn this technique once.
Limit: Must learn from Universal Miscellaneous.

Ame who was in a full on run, had slowed down to a light trot as she had gotten further ahead of everyone else. She then heard someone coming up from behind, and it was the crazy bow wielding women from before. She past up Ame, and a primal sense of competition over whelmed her, as she saw the women run off. As she pasted by her Ame increased he speed and ran after her. She was running as fast as she could and yet she still was not able to catch up to her. She clenched her fist, and gritted her teeth, as her muscles began to tighten. She started going a little faster than she was before, but she still could not catch up to the women. 

She heard her shout about where they were going, that they should look for a steep slope. She wasn't worried about all of that, as she was just going to follow after this women, until she could pass her up, regardless of how ridiculous that may be in this situation. Ame was very competitive and hated to lose, it was this train of thought that would push her body to the limit and beyond. He breathing slowed as she tried to get herself into a rhythm. She her chest heaved and her eyes focused in on the back on her target. She was locked in on 'Boom Boom', and her legs continued to push her forward, as she ran through this demon's din. 

She listened as her target seemed to be upset about something. Again she was not worry about something so trivial. She just wanted to move faster than she had been up till this point. The thought of Gekkido being somewhere behind her dealing with all manner of monsters did not concern her either, she knew that man would be more than able to take care of himself. It was that belief that would keep her focused on the task at hand. "Stop yapping and keep running Boom Boom!" Ame shouted at her, using the nickname that Gekkido had manufactured for the strange women. 

Ame could feel the muscles of her legs as they tighten, as he muscles constricted. She focused her energies into her muscles to try to  keep them loose and effective. She knew that pushing herself this hard could result in her injuring herself. However, she also knew that this could help push her to the next level. She smiled as her stride started to feel more natural under the stress that she was currently under. She put her head down and continued to charge forward behind Boom Boom who was leading the way. 

As she continued to try to increase her speed in the moment she took the time to feel out her running style. There was quite a few things about it that she didn't like, now that she actually took the time to think about. There was a lot of wasted motions, and she didn't like that one bit. Her arms flailed everywhere, she stood up much to high up, she must look a fool when she ran. Of course her form was actually quite nice, but she was a perfectionist, so of course everything was going to feel off to her. Nothing would ever be good enough for her.  

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

20/30

Running was her strong suit, hauling ass from danger or even towards it was acceptable as well but even now she ran headlong deeper into the heart of the nest of the infernals. She needed to keep moving, keep running hard, her judgement giving her that extra movement, her legs all but a invisible blur of speed. _{(Defeat comes too fast like "Run Shaggy")} With all her strength she was still not fast enough to get where she was going and boost her allies along with her, but that would just have to waist. With her speed boosted and her sight enhanced she raised her long sniper bow and tugged down her goggles, using its added range to swap to thermal sighting, the room suddenly alive with light from the readings. It was hard to see normally but she'd done this a billion times, even against peer counsel that it would hard her eyes, but the brighter path always led to the heart of a lair.

Her eyes hurts, they ached and burned but she stayed true, head down and eyes forward, refusing to let the light and heat do her in. Someone screamed Boom Boom behind her and she didn't even bother looking, hightailing it without a second thought to the others at this point less she needed to slow and defend them. The other guy, harry Potter? Lon gin the dust and he'd need to haul some serious ass to catch up to her at this point in the escape from the dragon thing. with a sharp prick hit her cheek she looked up to see imps throwing stones form high overhead, all aiming at her sides and back, like they were trying to herd them down this corridor, her need to keep moving overriding everything else.

With a soft growl she called upon Guarding, resisting, raising her defense and strength so she could better ignore the pain, even the slightly bigger rocks that beat at her face and shoulders, she shrugged it off like a tank. They were almost there... so close she could taste it.