The Cold Naraka's [T][P][I][NDE]
May 2, 2010 21:05:02 GMT -7
Post by naitome on May 2, 2010 21:05:02 GMT -7
84/100-Earth Release: Bedrock Coffin |
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An indistinct crunch made him open his eyes suddenly...the bedrock coffin's progression had been haulted. While one clone was crushed and destroyed between six slabs of stone struggling to push through each other, the other had escaped! He'd left his Ice Prison in place and run, escaping the first encircling pillars of rock and exploiting the opening left by the destruction of the first clone. He was now attempting to perform the Ice Prison again, aimed offensively, and Naitome's eyes flared a bright ember red as his vision snapped to a clarifying black and white, the symbol of his chaotic bloodlimit, and in a rage his eyesight narrowed on the clones body...his hands crashed violently through the first of the handseals...his chakra began to flow....
A solid wall of ice climbed its way up directly in front of him, and abandoning the clasped configurations of his hands he smashed out in fury, plowing through the frigid cage before it had even fully formed, used a shunshin to move towards the clone, and batted it away, scoring a blow across his 'opponents' chest that knocked it sprawling and skidding to a halt five meters away.
Handseals again. But this time...this time there was a fluidity...a flow...a grace that allowed him to move seamlessly between each symbol with a smooth application of skill that to outside observers would make his hands seem scarcely to have moved at all. At their completion, a growl escaped the back of his throat, and ignoring his old sensei's warning not to spout cliches in the heat of battle, he said"Dodge this."
...before clenching his teeth with effort and exploding forth with a massive amount of chakra twisted into the earth itself, tremors building by the second. The clone gave a look of general surprise as UP came the six (quite artistically) carved masses of stone that locked themselves into place in a circular inescapable cage, UP flowed the shifting tide-line of rocky soil sorting pebbles aside as two forms dominated the frame of the technique, UP went the levels of chakra Naitome poured into the jutsu as if pouring water into the mouth of a man dying in the desert.
A solid -CRUNCH- was all that was left as the matter that had so rigidly held it together gave way to the unbearable pressure of the building blocks of the planet itself. Hands still folded together, Naitome watched as the bed-rock coffin in its final stage remained firm and unyielding, almost welded into the ground, his chakra still grating itself against the pillar walls, matching the intensity he felt within. As the changing pattern of his eyes eventually returned to a subtle, more understated crimson, he sighed...the first hint of true relief...and wondered what else could remain on the scroll.