Kirigakure Mission Station Sept 24, 2015 5:33:53 GMT -8
Post by Naitome on Sept 24, 2015 5:33:53 GMT -8
Precious seconds passed. In the heat brume, illuminated and dense with droppings, Naitome could practically feel each expression of warmth go cold. There were dull spots in his 'vision', traveling cool and sharp, perhaps his partners method for buying him time. Once granted however, such time became a calling. A pulling into some other place and bringing out.
A skull, a black cloak, a scythe the size of aeons. The shriveled note in Naitome's palm was thrown in a high, lazy arc, reaching the remaining roof near after Jashin's invocation. The being stood like a solemn ghost, drawing his true target's gaze away from the sailing tag. The air vibrates with hiss, with the frail start of oscillating chakra molding pressure into noise. The phantom, the Death that was Naitome's constant aide, it raced forwards, past the falling needle strewn bodies, past their scars and dissipation.
From both ends, violent reckoning radiated, the spirit and it's master releasing waves of sound. Out Jashin's concealed throat a barking emerged, like the dregs of some dead language beat from a corpse, but was thrown to trickle like a whisper out from behind the remaining loyalist. His head turned, a puff of energetic heat, and from Naitome the assaulting waves burst from the contraption at his arm. He'd moved with his racing spirit companion, eliminated all distance, crushed the resistant space separating them from victory.
By the time Jashin's scythe flickered out of existence, the reeling loyalist could only soundlessly scream as the thrown tag exploded, bringing down the remaining section of roof, a final pulverizing applause.
The smoke would clear soon, but not before a final check from the Jounin. Ensuring his partner had been far enough from the techniques to avoid their disastrous outcome, he would kick angrily at the rubble coating their target's lifeless husk, freeing the visceral clumps of him.
He'd find the loyalist's head. Take it for himself with a twitching of snake that became Akuharu and then only slithering soon after. The weakened building suffered. It's supports faltered and cracked at odd angles, disturbed by the upheaval. The entire building would soon sway into ruins.
"Anyone else, thinkerer?"
He called to the Hyuuga.