[+] Fire Starter. [-]
Aug 16, 2008 15:29:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2008 15:29:41 GMT -7
[/right]"If Im to Become a Demolition Expert, I need to Learn the Art of Explosives."
Plans. Plans were not Ikiri's type of thing. They could easily be turned onto their stomachs and Gutted. Yet, this plan was full proof. Kill the ones who apposed Peace. But, what was needed was Explosives. Drums of Gasoline. Phosphorous. And of course, Fire... A lighter in hand, The Assassin had dripped first his hand in a Drum of Gas that he found on this travel around the River Country.
Sending a surge of chakra to the left hand, a small, Barrier, of chakra would form. Igniting the lighter, Fire would begin to raise. Looking at the Fascinating display of Red and Orange, dancing Upon his bare hand. But under the fire, the barrier was beginning to deteriorate. Feeling the heat begin to touch his skin, Ikiri would shake his hand violently. Smashing his fist into the ground, the soil would cool Ikiri's hand and put of the fire.
This time, The boy would then dip his entire arm into the Gas. Focusing his chakra down his arm, the Barrier would this time be thicker. Clicking his thumb down the Lighter would not Spark this time. Pushing down again, the fire would spark. In a matter of seconds, the Orange and Yellow Flames would do the Tango around his bare arm. Yet, this time, it didn't break through! Surprising to say the least.
Having got rid of the fire on his arm, Ikiri would have been traveling quite sometime now. Mapping the various parts and such of the Country. Having came across something, Interesting. A Robbery turn Murder. Having followed the crook to his Hide out, Ikiri had a Masta Plan. Even though, Plans were not his thing. Having removed his Brown glove with Retractable Blade to avoid damage to it, both the boy's arms would be drenched in Gasoline.
Having lit them with the the lighter he had used before for his small training session. The boy had already coated the arms in Chakra. The Flaming Armed boy would Smile as the Fire looked like Hell below Ikiri. Breaking down the door, he would look at the man with disgust. Placing his hand on a table, it would be engulfed in flames. Looking at the man, Ikiri would lunge and grab his throat with his hands of fire.
Gripping tightly, the neck would burn until the internal throat could be seen. Dropping the body down to the ground, Ikiri would place his flaming hand on the cloth of the body. Fire would engulf once more. Exiting the hut, the boy would place both his hands on the hut and push a surge of chakra. All the fire on his arms would blast off onto the house, setting it ablaze.
"You Appose Peace. So You must Die, Murderer."
Katon Release, 0_30
