Demon meets Windstalker [m]
May 22, 2012 11:49:08 GMT -8
Post by enzan on May 22, 2012 11:49:08 GMT -8
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I watched as the barbarian rise, his attitude of pure hatred and anger, with what seemed to be all his strength he hurled his other weapon at us both. I expected it to miss altogether; as it flew the tiny little distance that it did my partner reacted. I didn’t really have time to react to the assault as she blasted forth a devastating wind. It was amazing the power and accuracy of the wind until I saw its real purpose, my heart nearly stopped as I watched the barbarian almost float into the air before being mutilated.
His entire body sliced up, the cuts seemed to come straight from the wind itself which meant her fuuton was like my ototon. I wanted the beautiful way of execution which wouldn’t cause any more pain then needed. Her methods were monstrous in power and efficiency to turn enemies into diced pieces of meat, and, other slabs before they could react. I began to analyze her, from her head to her toe my eyes roamed; I wasn’t trying to flatter her with my gaze which could be misconstruing as me wanting her.
I couldn’t help but wave my hand towards the jounin watching to ready the next combatant. ” No, I am not a monster. . . I am a beautiful angel who shall mete out judgment as saw fit by the powers that govern me. At this point in time I am governed by my own rules for there is no one in existence who could be my lord.” I recited those words calmly; it was almost like a prayer in the way that I said it to her. It was the truth of my feelings that I thought of myself as beyond the realms of regular shinobi even if I held the title of genin. I would one day rise to the status as the most beautiful and benevolent in the way I murdered my foes even in this age of shinobi.