Fight! A Bitter Battle Until the End! [Private]

[Hitomu Arishu]

Rules:
I honestly don't need these; you know how to play fair. I know how to play fair. Just listing it to feel special. No attacking on the first post, honor system, bla bla bla.

After walking for an endless amount of time (seemingly), Hitomu found his way towards a fairly grassy area. The area itself was barred of life, it seemed, other than the nature's own creations. Tall trees stood some thirty three meters away, laughing at the plain below. Towards the north stood a large range of mountains, some seventy meters away, with a relatively thin, but deep, river that cut through the valley, creating two halves.

This was rather interesting to Hitomu. It was almost as if there was a sense of two paths preparing to cross. He walked a bit down this path, a gentle breeze blowing carelessly with him. "Wonder if anything'll happen," he thought with a slight smile.

[— zen]

Arrival.

It was as if the very gates of Hell had opened to allow me freedom once more, my form simply phasing into existence to those who were within eyesight of my entrance. Gaia broke and parted beneath the heel of my sandals as I landed, unearthed and billowing about in a circular dance as the pristine white armor of Susanoo rest snug against my frame. The winds were subtle, caressing my mane and causing it to sway from side to side as my left and right arms strayed to ensure that my tonfas were at their ready on either flank. With no hesitation, I began to amble forward along the grass at a steady rate.

The peace was deafening.

Where was the fire and brimstone? Where was the billow of smoke and the ravens who pecked at the flesh of the dead? This serenity was grotesque. Unacceptable. Unwanted.

And I would change her visage as I saw fit.

My footsteps ceased their cadence as my eyes caught sight of another entity. With idle and yet anxious digits did I ensure that every secondary weapon was upon my person, his vision of my countenance completely obscure behind the helmet that masked my intent. It appeared that he had not noticed me quite yet - an arrogance that I would not forgive. ALL would pay homage to me. I deserved it.

"Tell me!! Have you ever felt the fingers of death clutch your spirit!?" I roared. My fists clenched, an audible aggravation apparent as my limbs quivered with the excitement of murderous intent. A sanguine air fell about me, and yet all I could do was sniff the air.

The aroma of fear

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[Hitomu Arishu]

Hitomu had been enjoying his walk around this rather blissful set of scenery. Compared to Iwagakure, which was pretty much rocks, rocks, and more rocks, this was more peaceful. As he was beginning to sit down after a few steps, a voice alerted his attention. A voice that craved to frighten Hitomu. That wanted to attack his very being.

"Tell me!! Have you ever felt the fingers of death clutch your spirit!?"

The voice was cold. Demanding. But it wasn't intimidating to Hitomu. He turned around, a quick glance given to this person? He had no idea if this ...thing was human. It was in shape and form, no doubt. But it was as if it was wearing an armor of some kind. It was evident that whoever this was, he craved blood. And Hitomu just so happened to have it.

"Can't say I have," Hitomu said, his voice not backing down in the slightest and brimming with confidence. "Be sure to tell me what it's like by the end of this though."

He braced himself. He wasn't exactly sure what this man...thing... was capable of. He had to be ready for anything that was to come his way.

[— zen]

OOC: Switching to Third Person for better clarification. ^_^

IC:

An invitation that Inzen had accepted with an insatiable appetite.

Without so much as a word did the Kamyuja bound forward, his right foot leaving the earth and allowing the rest of his person to jettison across the field. The instruments of destruction upon his left and right side were unleashed unto his palms as the handles of the tonfas were secured, his appendages spinning them with rapid finesse about his torso. His biceps flexed beneath the demonic armor of Susanoo - without hesitation, it was if he was drawn to the very thirst of blood needing to be within his gullet. Inzen's eyes widened to a slight degree as he bore down upon his prey, a gazelle's speed granting him the closure before he gave a balanced lunge toward his opponent.

Contact.

The Kamyuja's right arm would swing out in a horizontal fashion, the tonfa aiming to slam into his adversary's left temple as he dedicated a small amount of his weight into the strike; as powerful as his physical prowess was, he need not dedicate all of his momentum into decapitating his quarry. With his legs raised high enough so that his knees were somewhere in the vicinity of his chest, Inzen's left arm remained free of action. His body, though still relatively close to the edifice below, would hover as he attempted his offensive strike. The Kamyuja's left arm hovered around his utility belt, his fingers nimbly sifting along the various pockets for contingency.

He did so love playing with his food..

[Hitomu Arishu]

Hitomu was quite impressed by the speed at which this enemy moved. It was as if the armor he wore didn't even weigh him down. Instinct kicked in, as Hitomu called upon an ant. He was hoping that he'd have access to ten, but the speed at which this character was moving wouldn't give Hitomu that chance. Hitomu swiftly ducked towards the left as the man drew near, then raising upwards after the the strike would have struck his head.

Hitomu noticed that the man left his left arm free, which'd allow him to defend himself from an attack. The ant had moved onto Hitomu's right hand. Fortunate that he had willed it, and it responded as such. Hitomu went to grab of the airborn assailant's arm, hoping to lower it as with his left hand. If successful, the now partially immobilized attacker would be shot at by a chakra encased ant near point blank towards the man's head using the basic Aritama technique once Hitomu quickly went through the handseals.. Due to the armor he wore, it was unlikely that it would cause any real harm, but it was likely to still be felt, and it damned sure wouldn't feel good.

[— zen]

A grave mistake that Inzen would devour and regurgitate.

He sailed gracefully over his opponent's form as he ducked away from the attack, his body still in its circular motion as he planted his legs upon the earth and poised himself for another offensive attempt. But as he did so, it would appear that his assailant had taken to aiming for his free arm. Inzen's body adjusted enough to bring his fixated gaze upon him, thereafter revealing the potential that his free appendage offered. The utility belt would yield a kunai as two fingers retrieved it, its razor's edge gleaming against the day's radiance as he spun it once and unleashed it toward his opponent's armpit. Throwing it with enough force to pierce his flesh and get the weapon lodged where shoulder and arm connected at such close proximity, Inzen thereafter landed upon the ground and jumped backward only moments later.

Not a word was spoken.

The intention was to interrupt his opponent's attempt at weaving any particular jutsu, those handseals more than familiar to a shinobi of his caliber. Regardless, he would break out into a powerful strafing dash to circle his adversary and whatever machination he'd attempt with his aimed attack. His tonfas now sheathed, he would move to other tactics to tear this peon apart.

[Hitomu Arishu]

Hitomu was caught off guard, his own carelessness born from what seemed like a terrific idea at the time costing him the ability to defend himself. The attacker drove home the kunai, piercing Hitomu's shoulder. If Hitomu himself wasn't well rounded in some taijutsu, he probably wouldn't have any use of that arm at all. Crimson fell from his shoulder, as he barely managed to pull back.

"Not bad," Hitomu said, cringing and holding onto his shoulder after making a quick retreat. "Not bad at all,"

All the same, Hitomu now had some distance between the mysterious individual, which he planned on making use of. Quickly executing some hand signs, he manifested his chakra towards the earth. He seemed to stay still, but had about twenty feet between the two, give or take.

The technique finished, Hitomu knew he didn't have much time to go onto the attack now. He just needed to buy some time for now, and rely on his own personal strength as the assailant drew near, and preparing some hand seals for a new trick.

[— zen]

His handseals were noticed mid-stride.

Inzen skidded to a halt as his own hands rose toward his chest, his fingers perfectly parallel as his palms smacked together to symbolize his own string of handseals. Narrowed eyes peered out from behind the pristine white of his helmet as chakra began to pour through him, feeding him the essence required to execute his intended tactic. "Take some initiative before you die!" the Kamyuja roared. With ferocity did he summon the Doton Element. Nature would lend him its prowess as the gaia below began to rumble, his hands momentarily smacking along the ground as he spread his chakra evenly in a cone effect.

And within the next few moments, his opponent would be met with a gargantuan mudslide.

The earth rose and shifted in all its glory, a liquid mixture of gaia and mud all coalescing to erupt and entrap his opponent. Fifteen meters of this earthen wave would attempt to bury him beneath its mass, effectively causing the ground to become uneven as his chakra signature coated the immediate proximity. The thunderous roar of earth accompanied his bestial roar. He would create a coffin of earth, and the curtain would close on this theatrical struggle. The plain itself would become nothing more than a testament to Inzen's power. And already, Phase 2 had begun processing.

Checkmate?

Doton Doryuu Taiga (Earth Flow)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user creates a large massive like Earth slide by using a reverse ingenuity towards the normal
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Depending on the difficulty class as well as the knowledge of the Doton Soushi no Jutsu (Rock Creation Technique) is dependent on how strong and how large the mud like slide can become. When the user is capable of reaching "A" Class the knowledge of placing their hands onto the very ground becomes obsolete, and the user is capable of performing the technique without having their hands along the ground.
Description: The user focuses the chakra along the floor as the user does the handseals. The user does not have to touch the ground but use the same basic concept as that of Doton Soushi no Jutsu (Rock Creation Technique). By using a reverse creation the user makes the ground softer, makes the ground into a mud like substance as the user creates a mudslide towards the enemy in a straight line like cone. Depending on the strength of the Doton Soushi no Jutsu (Rock Creation Technique) that the user knows as well as the Difficulty class is dependent on the distance the technique can be used. The stronger the user gets the stronger the mudslide becomes. Since this type of technique is being run by the chakra of the user this means that, the opponent cannot walk along the mudslide.
Limit: Needs the Earth Release, must have knowledge of the Doton Soushi no Jutsu (Rock Creation Technique).

[Hitomu Arishu]

Hitomu's hand signs finished, he wasted no time to act with the earth technique that was coming his way. The earth collapsed before it would strike him, Hitomu made haste to get out of the way; he had a gut wrenching feeling that it was going to be more than seven feet all together. Of course, he was in quite a bad situation. He had managed to stop two meters worth of the attack, but at this time, it wasn't going to take all of it. The rest of the earth flow overwhelmed him, causing him to go flooding with the rest of the attack, pretty much burying him. "Shit..." he thought, making haste to get back to his feet, but having a difficult time.