Bridge[1v1]

[zibishi]

The young genin walked along some random steel bridge constructed by Kirigakure that reached over a great lake and was becoming increasingly annoyed by the mist and loneliness of the bridge. Zibishi was halfway across the bridge when he stopped and looked around and decided he would get some training as he deployed his Halbred and began twirling it and gripping it. Maybe he would find a sparring partner or someone even better, a victim.

-Opponents start off 15 meters from each other
-Standard Rules

[Zammy<3]

Why the fuck did he drag me all the way out here...

Zamarron approached the bridge, her demeanor already condescending and patronizing in every aspect. She hated to let people in, but Zibishi seemed to grow closer to her with every attempt she made to push him away. Perhaps that's what she admired about the boy- he could read people. He saw through her mask, or so it seemed, and saw right down to why she always acted like such a bitch. She might have even developed protective instincts over the boy... but surely, they weren't to the point where she cared about him... right?

She saw him in the distance, and she stopped in her tracks, clasping her hands together in front of her, as to create a more "polite" effect.

"Alright, flower girl," she projected her voice. "You've got me out here. Now what the fuck do you want?"

[zibishi]

He smiled as he finally found Zammy waiting for him, about 15 meters away. He twirled his halbred once more letting the pole of destruction float and move gently through his hands and then finally he slammed in down into the pavement and simply glared at Zammy with a boyish smile as his eyes began evolving. His pupils slowly began rotating like a calm whirlpool that had yet to be agitated, his eyes began flashing blue and white lines that almost mirroed lightning and the veins that flowed from his eyes hardened and turned a deep blue. It would be hard for Zammy to notice the changes due to their surroundings, but she would soon see.

Her taunts towards him no longer affected him in a negative way, Zibishi figured it was the only way she could communicate any type of affection and he didn't hold it against her as he gripped his halbred and held it back in his right hand. He stretched both of his legs while holding the weapon behind his head. Once he was done and satisfied he was loose enough he finally spoke to her.

"We'll see if I'm a flower girl once this fight is over. Lets see what you got Chuunin, ladies first."

He extended his hand outwards towards and motioned for her to come towards him and bring whatever she had with her.