[PT2] Deadly Duo

[Rui]

There he was, standing at the north of the arena. His opponent, Ryuusuke Uchiha, had been at the other end. Pacing back, and forth, he had been roughly twenty five meters away. He had no idea what his opponent possessed, but that didn’t matter. Midori already knew what he had to do if he wanted to win. Once the fight started, there would be no time to waste. Placing both hands on his swords, he was ready to draw.

[Trigga]

“The wind’s refreshing.”

And that it was as several passing streaks of wind swept across the Uchiha’s armored features. His steel cuirass—while tight against his bearings—was comforted by wisps of nature’s scent. A blue sky complimented by weak clouding and modest temperatures, this locale was more ideal for vacationing then warfare. Regardless of its amenity, sadly such a beautiful backcloth would be stained in crimson red as thick and pure as the odd coloration of the man’s eyes and the intent would be as dark as the three tomoe that rested in perfect stillness along his iris.

An invitation sent to his ‘home’ had alerted him of today’s misfortunes a day in advance, as such preparations along his deathly steel instruments had been secured well before he entered the battleground. tagged Kunai and other blades hidden along his frame, he came well-equipped for any situation and as his seemingly dark blue locks cascaded around his back, his right palm rested calmly along the surface of his Katana that sat on its compliment hip.

Pacing back in forth, it was hard to discern such unintelligent movements as signs of arrogance or fright, though it would be revealed in time. “ Don’t hesitate to kill me.

[/color]” Or you’ll fall victim to my blade; his thoughts would go unheard but his intention was purposeful in his tone—mature and frighteningly calm given this life-or-death situation.

Steel-garbed toes grinding into the gravel below, Ryūsuke had scanned his surroundings prior to his words: a fifty-meter stretch devoid of any grass of vegetation with walls, scaling stories confining them in a circle, they were trapped. Strangely, the Uchiha couldn’t have guessed why someone gave such dedication and time to a field that would be destroyed with each passing battle held here.

His stance was upright and his posture as mellow as his tone and while he stood put twenty-five meters away, closest to the walls between the two (Zetsu in the center), he would approach in a casual stride, closing the gap to fifteen if uninterrupted.

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Sharingan [San]
Anbu armor equipped (minus mask)
All equipment on person (minus Agni)

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end post: 15 meters away if not interrupted

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[Rui]

He had asked Midori not to hesitate, but that hadn’t even been a thought. Dashing forth, it was time to begin. Instead of wasting chakra, he’d settle for hand-to-hand combat. Or more appropriately, a battle with swords. Shifting^1A his hands across their hilt, he would withdraw them, lowering the blades to his side. With each passing meter, he thought of his next plan. If his movements weren’t halted, he’d meet Ryuusuke at the center, ready to slice, and dice.

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[Trigga]

He had seen all and as if weighed down by stone, his movements—swift in reality—were but infant peddles to the Uchiha’s godly perception. The blonde’s dash went uncontested but the instant his reached for his weapons did Ryūsuke’s right palm tighten along his hand and found the steel released from its sheath. Now held in a two-handed grasp in front of his body, his joined palms leveled in front of his waistline, he’d wait. It wouldn’t take the man long to cut across fifteen meters, but he was already prepared.

Fingers tensing around the blade’s handle, he simply waited, his eyes peering forward in attempts to make direct eye contact with the man; honor dictated such a luxury only to the truly noble. He hadn’t noticed such a feat of perception-bending beauty and while he closed in, it mattered not for Ryūsuke had made no solid move against the man, but simply granted himself the blessing of his own instrument. The opposition could have the first move, or so he thought. Ready to defend, he simply waited.

[Rui]

It his opponent wouldn’t strike, than he would. After closing a considerable amount of distance, Midori had finally approached his foe. With swords in hand, he’d swing the left one vertically, aiming to cut the man downward. The other sword would be bent down, with the intention of blocking any horizontal cuts that his opponent might have. He had been attacking, and defending, leaving little room for error.

[Trigga]

Was this man direct. He approached and without the fear of being cut down did his left hand drop, carrying his blade in a vertical slash in attempts to cut into Ryūsuke. His opposing hand holding the other to its respective side bent to force away parallel blows to that side. However, was he exposed.

His movements were swift, but futile as the Uchiha’s sharingan influenced his decisions and feed him the information needed to avoid well before the actions even happened. As the left-hand dropped down, did Ryūsuke simply side-step to the man]s left; effectively avoiding the cut and positioning himself just a meter away. Immediately following did his blade’s flat reflect the heavens and found itself rushing against air in attempts to cut into the opposition’s left side. Given his defense would have been protecting move of the right and his attack came from the left, he placed himself off balance and left such a vital section of his body seemingly unguarded. Swinging with enough force, the Uchiha attempted to cleave cleanly through the man; enough concussive force would follow to knock the man back if it were blocked by any ordinary means.

[Rui]

So, then the stories told were true. The Nidaime Hokage: Ryuusuke, of the Uchiha clan. They had been a rare breed of individuals. Their eyes possessed immense power. It allowed them to pierce into the heart of man. Many feared it, and it’s because of its reknowned power that everybody wants it. Even Midori hoped to have some within his grasp some day. Perhaps today was his chance.

The bait had been perfect. Midori used himself to gain distance with Ryuusuke. Although he intended to kill Ryuusuke from close distance, his method of doing it hadn’t been one thought by many. In that moment that his opponent read his movements, he had released the blades from his hands. He’d leap back ten meters, but not too high. Still, there had been a little push in his retreat. With the performance of a hand seal^1A, the blades would explode. They had been previously tagged with the shifting of his hands. He’d continue by throwing tools^2A into the aftermath. If his opponent managed to leave, and, that’s to say, dodge the explosion, he would already have something waiting for him.

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1A. Exploding Note
2A. Kunai