Spooky Witches on the prowl X2
Oct 30, 2016 21:23:02 GMT -7
Post by She of the Mighty Bow-Gun on Oct 30, 2016 21:23:02 GMT -7
Chakra Ken (Chakra Sword)
Rank: "A"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A sword produced out of pure energy being held at the palm of the user's hand.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A technique where the user creates a blade out of pure energy. The maximum length of the blade is a "longsword". This technique takes up no handseals however still takes the same amount of time to perform as a normal "A" Rank technique while the user holds their hands together while focusing the chakra needed in order to perform this technique. The technique is difficult to create however when it is created it is self sustaining and doesn't wither out unless the user wills it or is knocked down. The blade when created is strong enough to deflect material objects and weapons as it acts as an overview blade. The user is able to increase the strength of the technique by continuing to train into the technique. After the user learns this technique a second time the technique powerful technique able to damage through defenses with the strength of "B" Rank. Each time learned it increases in strength by 1 rank.
Limit: Universal NinJutsu Technique.
0/90
Claire was flying like a bat out of hell, clamping her finger down on the trigger so hard the knuckles of trigger finger ached. No smooth kill, no easy practice, this was live ammo in a 'no drill' situation. Her finger mashed down the trigger like she were trying to snap it clean off the bowgun, all the while a part of her just acing to hit the ground and, oddly enough, lash out with a weapon of some sort.The bow sounded off with a hard *THOCK* as a bolt went screaming through the ait to plunge vertically into the skull o fone zombie and ignite with absolute destructive capability. As a towering pillar of smoke billowed up and filled the sky she leaped off Krogger and swept her eyes back and forth.
Reload. Shot. Reload. Shoot. *Thock* *Thock* *Thock* *Thock*, her bow went off repeatedly and her fingers burned alight with chakra, blessing her bolts to slay the undead with ruthless efficiency and yet she could feel her chakra warbling, unsaticfied, greedy for further use and aching to be used that much more. She was, by no means, a hand to hand fighter, but this feelings was swelling up in her. Back and forth her eyes swept, and where they landed the undead met true death at the end of her pistol bow. Her fingers sparking bits of chakra time and again.
Was she sick? She had never leaked pure chakra before, the bright blue stuff flaking off her fingers with each blue of a reload she threw up, less that a blink of an eyes before another shot rang out, and another, the undead closing around as she fought like her life depended on it. Being her chakra, it was natral to see it, the way she left her own unique fingerprint on everything she touched and yet it did nothing out of the extra to anything. Her judgement still worked and that was all that mattered. Mixed in with the flurry of bolt shot, explosions could be heard from her general vicinity, drilling her bolts through one zombie to puncture the one behind it and ignite an explosion.
She was fighting, supposedly, to protect those people behind her but she didn't hear any shrieks or cries of pain, just laughter and calls of friendly competition about 'dibs'. Whatever that was about. She'd shot ten and the explosions had wiped out so many more, far more than she was going to bother herself with counting. "How you two holding up back there?!" She yelled over shoulder, taking all the positive attitudes for face value at the least. At times she stole glances but anything could chance in a horde. Something in her mind screamed danger on her last shot, the distinct lack of the sound of chiseled bolt metal impacting dry mass.
This one was wet and when she snapped her head around it was for a fresh wave of still luke warm both that caught her across the cheek and corner of her lip. Her eyes went wide and the target she struck lumbered towards with greedy hands, grasping, clawing, grabbing hold of her hoodie. "NO!" She nearly shrieked, lashing out with a fist at the elbow joint of the dead body, getting close enough now to see that milky blankness no akin to a Hyuuga but to a true and honest death. Mottled skin but not decomposing from the fresh state. Like a bottle rocket going off her first sparked but guttered but she was too... shell shocked by the moment to really register.
Rank: "A"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A sword produced out of pure energy being held at the palm of the user's hand.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A technique where the user creates a blade out of pure energy. The maximum length of the blade is a "longsword". This technique takes up no handseals however still takes the same amount of time to perform as a normal "A" Rank technique while the user holds their hands together while focusing the chakra needed in order to perform this technique. The technique is difficult to create however when it is created it is self sustaining and doesn't wither out unless the user wills it or is knocked down. The blade when created is strong enough to deflect material objects and weapons as it acts as an overview blade. The user is able to increase the strength of the technique by continuing to train into the technique. After the user learns this technique a second time the technique powerful technique able to damage through defenses with the strength of "B" Rank. Each time learned it increases in strength by 1 rank.
Limit: Universal NinJutsu Technique.
0/90
Claire was flying like a bat out of hell, clamping her finger down on the trigger so hard the knuckles of trigger finger ached. No smooth kill, no easy practice, this was live ammo in a 'no drill' situation. Her finger mashed down the trigger like she were trying to snap it clean off the bowgun, all the while a part of her just acing to hit the ground and, oddly enough, lash out with a weapon of some sort.The bow sounded off with a hard *THOCK* as a bolt went screaming through the ait to plunge vertically into the skull o fone zombie and ignite with absolute destructive capability. As a towering pillar of smoke billowed up and filled the sky she leaped off Krogger and swept her eyes back and forth.
Reload. Shot. Reload. Shoot. *Thock* *Thock* *Thock* *Thock*, her bow went off repeatedly and her fingers burned alight with chakra, blessing her bolts to slay the undead with ruthless efficiency and yet she could feel her chakra warbling, unsaticfied, greedy for further use and aching to be used that much more. She was, by no means, a hand to hand fighter, but this feelings was swelling up in her. Back and forth her eyes swept, and where they landed the undead met true death at the end of her pistol bow. Her fingers sparking bits of chakra time and again.
Was she sick? She had never leaked pure chakra before, the bright blue stuff flaking off her fingers with each blue of a reload she threw up, less that a blink of an eyes before another shot rang out, and another, the undead closing around as she fought like her life depended on it. Being her chakra, it was natral to see it, the way she left her own unique fingerprint on everything she touched and yet it did nothing out of the extra to anything. Her judgement still worked and that was all that mattered. Mixed in with the flurry of bolt shot, explosions could be heard from her general vicinity, drilling her bolts through one zombie to puncture the one behind it and ignite an explosion.
She was fighting, supposedly, to protect those people behind her but she didn't hear any shrieks or cries of pain, just laughter and calls of friendly competition about 'dibs'. Whatever that was about. She'd shot ten and the explosions had wiped out so many more, far more than she was going to bother herself with counting. "How you two holding up back there?!" She yelled over shoulder, taking all the positive attitudes for face value at the least. At times she stole glances but anything could chance in a horde. Something in her mind screamed danger on her last shot, the distinct lack of the sound of chiseled bolt metal impacting dry mass.
This one was wet and when she snapped her head around it was for a fresh wave of still luke warm both that caught her across the cheek and corner of her lip. Her eyes went wide and the target she struck lumbered towards with greedy hands, grasping, clawing, grabbing hold of her hoodie. "NO!" She nearly shrieked, lashing out with a fist at the elbow joint of the dead body, getting close enough now to see that milky blankness no akin to a Hyuuga but to a true and honest death. Mottled skin but not decomposing from the fresh state. Like a bottle rocket going off her first sparked but guttered but she was too... shell shocked by the moment to really register.