Fear not, my child. x2

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

Anchoring
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The Venator calls down a divine binding.
Special: ---
Drawback: A Venator must be at least "C" Class before they may learn this Greater Judgment.
Description: The Venator calls down a divine binding. If a melee or ranged attack strikes a creature it is affected by an ability called Divine binding. A green ray springs from the weapon. Any creature or object struck by the ray is covered with a shimmering emerald field that completely blocks extradimensional travel. Forms of movement barred by Dimensional Anchor include Astral Projection, Blink, Teleport or similar abilities. A Dimensional Ancher does not interfere with the movement of creatures already in ethereal or astral form when this technique is performed, nor does it block extradimensional perception or attack forms. Also dimensional ancher does not prevent summoned creatures from disappearing at the end of their Summoning duration.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must know Greater Judgment.

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Claire was running, hauling ass, barreling down hallways and through near touching walls to find him, it, that fucking thing, that horrible creature who'd made her into this. A seeker of revenge, a tortured doll with loose parts in it's head. She was already gathering her fortitude, her will to face this thing and smite it down for good. She could feel it's presence deep down int he bowels of the nest and she wasn't far from it, the way the holy energies in her twisted and roiled made her blanch but she persisted. She'd run for half of her life and spent the other half training for this very moment, bracing for impact against the mightiest of Hell.

Down she ran, down, down, eyes glowing to pick up the incorporeal and the undead, those hiding and waiting to ambush. She scaled walls and leapt over heads to get where she was going, huffing, panting, her inner energy fluxing wildly though she made sure it never waned. When she turned the last corner she spotted it, that horned fuck, that arch demon who'd laughed her out of her village and done those...terrible... unspeakable things to her family, made her watch. The fear from all that time ago had turned into a viscous hatred, virile and putrid, it stained her soul but she just couldn't let it go.

"NO! YOU TURN AROUND AND FACE ME YOU FUCK!" She screamed after it but it was gone, running, fleeing down deeper into the nest and leaving behind it's minions to fight for it. She practically gunned them down like an executioners row, her pistol bow alight with holy retribution, slamming hot blessed steel thought corrupt skull and sockets and pinning them to the far walls. The Holy Crusades hadn't been pretty, they were bloody and grotesque. This was no different, every bolt she sent out struck like a tank round to those of the undead or demonic persuasion, robbing them of their defenses as she sent their souls back in to the bowels of hell.

No matter how hard she ran she always managed to be just far enough behind to catch a glimpse of it steering her deeper into it's home, an ambush, a tomb but she just couldn't stop. When she rounded a corner she slammed chest first into one rather large demon with a body of armor that gleamed like black obsidian. The energy within her went wild, burning, aching to bore a hole through her and spill out into the real world. How long had she sat in Suna getting rusty while this nest flourished off the suffering of the village? Her temples pounded with blood and adrenaline, nostrils flared, the thing swung but she was long gone, airborne, firing rapidly into the top of it's skull, holy light skipping off it's black hide.

By the time it'd fallen she as already running down another flight of stairs, on it's tail once more but only for a moment. It moved with what she thought was fear but would soon come to find was cunning. She said more prayers, drew in from the world around her to feed her inner strength. She knew the plan it had. Lead her into the cellar and then leap from the nest with her trapped in the sweltering nest. Not today. Not ever. When they rounded another corner it glanced back and she made sure to lock her eagle sharp eyes on his, glowing with light, malice, hatred, revenge, determination, anger. She only shook her head to answer it's unspoken question.

I'm still here. You're still dead.

[Deleted]

-permitted entry-

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Scintillant Form
Rank: "A"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: The user may turn their body into pure light while becoming immune to blinded and dazzled conditions.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user's body has begun its transformation into a vessel of pure light. The akasin is now immune to the blinded and dazzled conditions. In addition, the user's body radiates a constant Daylight effect (Duration 50 minutes per Class Level. User sheds light as bright as full daylight in a 20-meter radius, and dim light for an additional 20 meters beyond that. Creatures that take penalties in bright light also take them while within the radius of this Chakra Light. Despite its name, this ability is not equivalent of Daylight for the purposes of creatures that are damaged or destroyed by bright light. Daylight brought into an area of Chakra Darkness (or vice versa) is temporarily negated, so that the otherwise prevailing light condition exist in the overlapping areas of effect. Daylight counters or dispels any Darkness Jutsu of equal or lower level.) This effect can be suppressed or resumed as a movement.
Limit: Must be a practitioner of The Eight Celestial Gates. Must be a practitioner of the Akasin Philosophy.

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continuing from narutoforumrp.proboards.com/thread/109133/lakeside-training-grounds-open

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Claire Sakurai - no, Uchiha. Damn but she was never going to get used to that - was for the first time in quite some time quite glad that she occasionally lit up like some kind of human flashlight. In spite of her efforts, she couldn't manage to quite keep it under control, though for the most part she was able to keep it suppressed now. For the most part.

The reason it was now coming in handy was that she had for some reason, perhaps curiosity, descended into a terribly poorly lit underground. The structure was man made, and yet the architectural style defied all human convention she was aware of. How she had become such a chronic meddler in the affairs of others eluded her, but she had come here in pursuit of a distant figure screaming such words as were incoherent at the amount of distance she spotted them from. Improved perception was one of the perks of the Sharingan, after all, its two black markings around each pupil absorbing and filtering more light and more wavelengths of it than a normal human, as well as somehow increasing her brain's capability to rapidly interpret the images and store them in memory.

Claire reduced the restrictions clamping down on the primal chakra which stemmed from the base of her spine, but only slightly, attempting to funnel it down her left arm and project it forward...exactly like a flashlight. Which she actually had in one of her pockets. Along with various and sundry other weapons, tools, and curiosities. Yet she used the Light instead. Meh, if nothing else it was practice at controlling the abnormal force, try as it might to act on a will of its own.

What she found in the projected illumination was carnage...or not? The place looked like a battlefield, with arrows and scorch marks in several places, intensifying the further long the violent trail she followed, and yet there were no bodies, nor even bloodstains. It was peculiar...and concerning. With her free hand she drew her Blazefire from its holster behind her thighs, still in its crossbow form, her index finger gently squeezing the trigger just enough so that she could depress it completely and fire at a hair's breadth, while her thumb hovered over the switch to convert it into blade form. She held the weapon close to her body as she stalked onward, so that it would be more difficult to disarm her from around any corners.

The Light projecting from her hand surged, intensifying and spreading, then flickering off and on as she tried to get it under control again. Blasted Light wasn't a very cooperative force, that was certain.

[KoKoKo]

+20 each

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

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The bolt she fire missed it's mark and the demon rounded the next corner much to her frustration, holy energies roaring in her veins while she pounded down the corridor to come to yet another crossroads that she'd already been down, the proof in t her useless projectiles being left where they had come to land beforehand. They were glowing, least to her eyes they were, woven into the environment like a fine tapestry or piece of art. The sick thing about most infernals was their lack of physical substance, that their physical bodies returned to their place of origin once the correct amount of damage is taken.

The whop of obsidian wings and tail sounded and Claire was slowing down, winded, having been running for the last thirty minutes straight. She was out of practice and in her mind she was trying to remember the correct spell to anchor a demon to this place, the material plane where a true death that wrought their souls out of the pit and into limbo could be achieved. She was already down to a trot and soon a brisk walk tht ended in the next corridor, her mind racing as to where the damned thing could be trying to lead her if not the pit?

Lights came up down the way and her eyes dilated, head snapping up to look at it's source though she could only discern the outline. She probably looked possessed what with her wild hair and glowing eyes, teeth bared in frustration. Her whole body was tense, ready to flicker out of the way of most things if not all if her perception could be enhanced enough to do so. "Who's there?!" She called out loudly, her pistol in had, notched and almost radiating with the spectral glow of the holy energies that all living creatures possessed.

lips meshed up into a thin line she was just waiting to pursue a strict line of questioning if this turned out to be a human, or something sentient and harmless if not an abomination. "I don't want to hurt you, friend." Friend. A total stranger, a friend, but they had the jump on her and she was going to need to aim somewhat to shoot the rough 15 or more meters between her and the dark shadow of the image. If it WAS a demon she was going to root it, kill and eliminate before moving on to the arch demon she had plenty of unfinished business with.

What stung was it got away, again. The insult to injury was so deep she couldn't handle it sometimes, the way she just made it close enough to skin the tough outer hide before he slipped out of her clutches again. While she stared down the light path she could feel her mind fading away into thought, picturing what the spell would do to it, how painful the process would be, and god did she pray it was unfathomable. There was a challenge there: To break a creature born into pain. Her greatest feat.

[Nira]

Shield Focus
Rank: "D"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: User is skilled at deflecting blows with their shield.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User learns a valuable stance that forms the core of this style, that being the nature of the unbreakable wall. By focusing one's attention to defense with their shield, their martial skill improves their defense. The user gains an additional +2 Hardness bonus to their Guard Meter while they are in their full defense stance. This bonus increases by +2 per Class Level.
Limit: Must be an Armiger.

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From above, Tarah Featherook dropped down to the hordes of demonic beings and twisted undead. She bore crystalline weaponry, a sword and a shield, as she faced down the monstrosities around her. She broke her fall by striking the ground with her shield. Not because she needed to, but because it cleared enemies away from her landing spot.

From her sky view, she saw the disturbed souls of the living and the twisted lack of spirit in the dead. Something odd was going on here. She wasn't sure what, but she had no wish for the living to be overrun by the dead. You couldn't command and rule over the dead, they just don't care about anything. That was why all that didn't conform to her demands were to be executed.

Tarah bashed aside one of the incoming dead with her large, crystal shield. The tough material knocked the creature to the ground without so much as putting a chip in her equipment. She was quick to follow up with a bash to the creature's head with the edge of the shield. They were rather fragile, looking upon them now.

But not all. There were greater demons among the surroundings, and those that still struggled with such demons. Not one to be of help to people, Tarah kept to her own. She swiped her shield out and spun, knocking the nearby horde away as she began to focus entirely on the natural of her defense. She was going to be a wall here. A statue of indomitable living might. She might have the support of a demon coursing through her soul, but only because she allowed it to be so. The will of the living was beyond the strength of the dead. Far beyond.

[Madame Loki]

+20 Isley

Learned Nira

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

40/60

There seemed to be fighting further down the corridors and whomever was flashing the light seemed not the least bit interested in following up with a line of questioning so Claire bolted off. A hop, skip and jump later landed her in yet another pathway swarming with all manner of sickly demons, her pistol bow already on lock and waiting for something as simple as one to look at her to begin raining down pure death from above in spectacular fashion. However they all seemed to either be charging another source or running away from it.

With some skittishness Claire edged up against one of the hot walls and peeked time and again, trying to catch sight of what caused this traffic jam of epic proportions. More and more of the undead who flocked here we're doomed and used as fodder, her technique she was working up to wouldn't be of any use on them. If was the demons and the incorporeal that she was aiming for this go around. Krogger was back up at the surface and she had no means of transportation around, so the next best bet was running up the walls and around to get a peek of what was going on.

Down there at the slimmer half seemed to be a someone or something that simply plugged the tunnel, repelling those below,her bow botch drawn taut with aim and funneling a rather nasty bit of spectral energy down into the bolt head, looking to nail one of the demons presented down below, with a shot to the forehead. It may not kill but her energy would act as an anchoring and prevent dimensional travel. With her bow drawn and aimed she looked through the crowd, seeking out the greater demons and the ones who looked to be scouts of any sort, funneling self into projectile like any good archer.

Every Venator had a different energy but all could be focused to gain the same desired effect, it made being sensed much less common as the vibe of the collective energies were simply foreign to new bodies. The weapons the warriors used were usually sturdy, special issued to handle the wear and tear of such otherworldly strength meant for putting down the cursed and forsaken. From one face to another her eyes hopped, sizing up who looked like the snitch, the informant of the horde, from the tiny imp to the lumbering undead.

One head that stuck out and looked familiar was that of a dire imp, a broken fang and scarred eye from a shot of hers gone wrong far back in.. what.. Ame? "Are all the nests connected?" Could one literally walk from here to Ame and be in the same nest? It didn't matter, if it used distance leaping or dimensional travel she was going to be on him now. All of her energies spiked, surged and collapsed into the bolthead of her shaft, adding no weight but that of her righteousness ans the click of the trigger felt so much stronger than the paltry little sound it released. The larger bows always packed a punch but this one was smooth and near silent, a perfect tool. The bolt sailed true and rammed the imp through the good socket of the unharmed eye much to her delight.

"A blind imp is a dead imp." She muttered, yanking down her goggles to look at the fixed point of repulsion, "You got an agenda down there?" She yelled some 10 meters up.

[Nira]

Disruptive
Rank: "B"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: User's training makes it difficult for enemy Jutsu Performers to safely perform Jutsus near them.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Armiger has developed their own aura that affects anyone within 10 meters of the user. It affects all members the user considers to be an enemy. Those within the range must make a Will Save 10 +2 per Class Level + Impeccable Will; if failed the target fumbles the Jutsu and is unable to perform them. This technique only applies to opponents the user is aware of and knows their location.
Limit: Must be an Armiger.

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"No, none of you are going to cast anything." Tarah said, letting the weight of her spirit fall upon her surroundings. Her very nature began to become a burden to all the undead with powers at their call. She wasn't going to allow them to pull out their spiritual energy, not while they were in her presence. If they dared to approach as close as they did, then they were going to only be allowed their most physical of abilities. The aura radiated from her, boosted by the mere presence of her shield. Her existence became like a web to hands and voices.

Tarah focused on keeping her aura out of the mind space. Only a few of the creatures around her had any minds to speak of, so she'd be limiting herself if that was how she was going to enforce her will. Her will was only there as the catalyst for the disruption, but her might was going to be the substance. She concentrated on weaving her presence into a thicket around every finger and limb within her range. Her awareness of every sound around her acted as the guide to her knowledge, and therefore the key to forcing her might into the vital spaces for the manipulation of chakra.

When fingers touched, they'd find themselves almost entangled, like a branch had been lodged into the space between. When limbs waved through the air, they'd be as restricted as motion through a thick syrup. When bodies called upon their inner soul to rise into action, they'd feel a prickling avoidance that was like a response to fear, without a shred of fright present.

By sight and sound, Tarah knew these creatures better than their mindless husks knew about themselves. The few powers they could call upon were thrown to the wastelands of existence. Her personal space was her domain, completely under her control.

Still they charged, powerless as they were. Tarah knocked them back and smashed them into the ground, then used the fit of killing intent stirring in herself to fuel more of the aura. The violence she thrust onto the trespassers in her domain lodged itself into their being like barbed wired entwined with their bones. At every moment the discomfort and inconvenience grew.

Those that didn't rely on supernatural powers to able to surge through. When they didn't act to call upon extraordinary might, it was as easy for them to move in the domain as anywhere else. Still, their defiance of Tarah's place often earned them a swift second death.

They were audacious to a fault. As much as the mindless as they killed, they obviously never lost spirit. They were already empty, she might as well have been fighting vases rolling downhill toward her. It was a mechanical set of events. As soon as they strode close enough, their ends were met. She was the fate that awaited them, while all who were mindful enough to call upon the unnatural had wisely decided to keep their distance in preparation for better attacks against Tarah.

She stood resolute, though. Regardless of what dared to come, her shield was going to win.

[Nekomata Minh]

Mmm, yes...exquisite.
Learned Isley
+20 Nira

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

Extra Judgment
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: The Venator can call on their mystic Judgment more often.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user can use their Judgment 1 more time per day. User may learn this technique multiple times. Each time learned increases the time by 1 more time per day.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must know Judgment.

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"What?" That answer made no sense, but if she was out there mowing down the enemies then the enemy of mine enemy was the only way to go about it. She was on a smashing frenzy and being in that path was not her idea of a good time. So instead she dropped to the ground and inched her way in closer, her eyes still glowing, glittering as her hawk eye technique as she called it, let her see a further distance for the sake of her archery. It waned on her reserves but she pulled from a deeper part of herself to keep it going. Ten meters would have to do with the wild way she bashed the demons around beneath her with ease.

"Blessings from the temple..." She muttered, calling upon her energies to give her the blessing of smiting to not only make her strikes pass as chakra damage, but at her current state deal alignment damage as well as bypass some damage reduction. For herself she granted the same, tacking on protection to boost her armor points an additional 20. Without really touching Claire turned her back to the stranger and aimed down her pistol, goggled swapping to night vision to better capture the movement in the cave before going all out.

Hey bolts ripped apart enemies with ease with her new found bonuses, the additional range and a sure of judgement ate up her 7 round of usage with ease but she kept pulling for more, asking, praying for the strength to carry on.