[ Green Grove ] [P][NDE]
Aug 22, 2010 20:23:31 GMT -7
Post by loyal on Aug 22, 2010 20:23:31 GMT -7
You're seriously getting annoying...
My form would spring from Gaia's internal network, my optics immediately adjusting to the influx of light as well as an array of caramel particles showering amongst my frame due to the sudden explosion from underground. My mind would manifest chakra within physical form and within moments, five orbs of pure chakra would begin to orbit at my apex, mimicking the orbital patterns of moons. With one flip and my left leg held high in an axe kick, the inner flames congregating and strengthening ferociously within my heel, I would yell out:FIYAHBOMB.
Slamming my heel into Terra, the immediate area around me would erupt into flames, a wave of emerald flames stretching for nearly forty meters in multiple dimensions. I hadn't known if I had caught A within the blow or not. One would think that the whole greenery would be set aflame however necessary precautions were taken to where the nature itself would be resistant to the destructive fire, the plant life reinforced with a thin layer of chakra. Once the flames subsided, I noticed A exactly forty five meters away, outside of the exact threshold of the technique itself. Lowering my eyelids, I would shake my head before cupping my hands over my mouth, flanges concaving as I shouted:A, COME HERE REAL QUICK.
In an instant, a whirlwind would seemingly displace A the distance of forty-five meters, giving the illusion as if he had actually teleported. Stopping right in front of me, I could help but to be startled, my frame rattling as recoil from the reflex of me wanting to jump backwards.Man, I’m fucking hungry…What?! You just ate! I think YOU need to go on a diet.
Index and middle finger would jab the monkey’s abdomen, right above the navel as if I were trying to prove my point about A’s “impending” obesity. Of course, to the untrained individual, A’s phrase would have just sounded like low grunting, indecipherable into normal human speech to those not attune with Nature’s tongue. Turning my back to him with arms crossed, the albino animal’s crimson optics would lower as he’d wipe a single hand against his only garment of clothing, simple black pants with various white kanji embroidered on the side. Having the Fullblade already placed neatly ‘pon the back, he would roll his eyes as I continued to look away from him hopefully being successful at shattering his absolute “need” for food.He’ll break soon…