ROUND 2!!

[Proctor Hyuuga Steve]

OOC: Participants that have failed to post and make their entrance by now have been disqualified for the rest of the Exams. Please make your exit from Exam grounds swiftly and accordingly!

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So excited...over what? A small 'tch' escaped my lips as I pressed on passed the crowds of the anxious and eager, uninterested in the frailties these competitions tend to impart on its viewers. I, Hyuuga Steve, had passed all this; all this child-play. But it mattered not, for I had a debt to pay, and unfortunately for me, the interest involved my devoted time to the children. Oh well.

A few guards took note of my approach and reacted oddly at first, but once they noticed the full gray uniform, confident stride and the electronic device in my hand, they knew my purpose here was strictly business. Standing aside from the doors labeled 'Staff', I walked through it on the upper level, out of the dome where the crowd gathered and cheered, and into the dark halls that existed within the arena which few knew about. It was here that I'd be maneuvered by a faint light, one which eventually led me to the 'Operation Room'.

Some had already arrived, though in this business, a stare-less wave of the hand was all the greetings anyone could afford. The room was littered in screens of all sizes, each showing different angles of what seemed to be the same white-washed world. In fact, had the camera not displayed the Genin and their make believe armory, I would've believed the system was down. However, such was not the case. Looking down at the book-sized remote, I eyed each button carefully - the smile, it was growing, as was my impatience to begin this War.

I couldn't hold back any longer. The 'Play' button on the remote was smashed, and in seconds, the Genin within their white play world would be gone once more. Their bodies, briefly suspended 30 miles into a sky littered in gray clouds, thunderstorms and rain, would remain untouched from all of nature's debauchery for a bit longer. It was the 'Oooo!' of the crowd I sought, that affirmation of wonder that let me know everyone else was seeing the same thing.

So then shall we? A deep, unknown voice broke into the world - God? Who knew? Let the games begin!

...let this War begin. You're gonna get a glimpse of what your surviving elders went through, and even have a chance to redeem your country's name in the face of these nameless adversaries. If round one was about tactics, then round two is applications - come and SHOW me why you deserve to be called Chuunin!

Pick a starting point and pray - oh, and I wouldn't suggest you bunch up too much together. It'll attract more of "them"...

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• Bloody Rice Fields - As its name implies, the bloody rice-fields as a 50x50 meter long area full of once healthy rice fields, recently planted in lieu of the next season of harvest. However, with the War breaking out, such formalities of life are no more. Now, all that's left of these food sources is blood. Everywhere. The rain made things wet, and the blood made it red. Rivers of red everywhere, plus a few dark figures moving around. Who could they be...?
  
  
  
• Anger's Peak - Located atop a small rocky formation on the field, Anger's Peak gets its name from the many battles the area has hosted. The area itself is preceded by grasslands, and the rock conglomeration exists in a 50 meter diameter. At the center? Anger's Peak, a 50 meter tall point said to host mysterious energies. All you can see from here are corpses...
  
  
  
• Battle at Bamboo - Obvious as it sounds, an active battle between the allies and the enemy is taking place in the 100 meter circular bamboo grove. Bamboo of all thickness, sizes and types existed, soon to be chopped down by the violent swings of War. Seems like a dangerous place to start...
  
  
  
• Loveless Lake - The dark waters host many monsters, or so the soldier stories go. In reality, many casualties have already sunken in here, as there is no more ground to bury the dead. As such, when bodies float back up, passer-byes get the wrong impression. Still, it's a pretty big lake, 50 meters in diameter, with jagged lake edges and a bit of activity at all sides. Odd, what's with the large bubble formation int he center of the lake...!?
  

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[♠Solo♠]

The other shinobi entered his empty world, too making it their own as time passed. He would eye them. Some of them he recognized from the classroom where the first exam took place. His exit would not have been the first, but he left before a good number of the Genin. His eyes scanned the area for a familiar face, but alas, Kii was nowhere to be found.

"Did he fail?" he murmured to himself, wondering if he would show up soon. Unfortunately his search would be cut short by an unsuspecting loop in the white world they lived in. The suddenly white walls turned to sky and grass in the distance. The dark setting brought down a rain upon their heads. As far as the eye could see, battles were being waged in the distance...everywhere. The Hyuuga's face grew stern and conscious. He questioned the trickery of the Chuunin Exams. It was nothing more than a mystery to him as to how such an action could be performed, but he knew that there was things in the world that could never be explained. The best action would not be to ask how, but rather, to adapt.

A sudden voice boomed through the ears of the Genin. The proctor for the exams explained the conditions and the situation. It was war. The young Hyuuga's fist clenched tightly as he heard the word fly through his ears. A mass battle was something he hadn't been in yet. At least, not a life threatening one. He was taught and trained to be ready for all occasions. Even if a war were to break out in Konoha. The fundamentals. They would be the key to the survival of the hell he had entered.

With the instructions given, the test began. Instantly his bloodline awoken. Sharp white eyes focused in on, what appeared to be just the area in front of him. He, however, was scanning the entire scene before him, around him, all over. Stretching out as far as he could see in a 50 meter diameter, bloody battles were being waged everywhere, without any indication on which side was winning. A swift analysis would decide where he would start. Without Kii there, he wagered that where ever he went he would be alone, which didn't bother him. Less people to worry about in the event that a power struggle went downhill for his side.

The rocky peak would have seemed appropriate and opportune for a starting position. 50 meters high and in the center of everything would have given great scouting for anyone. However it would also set up whomever went there to be surrounded. Without a team to watch his back, he couldn't chance taking the peak. The bamboo fields were far too cluttered for movement. His taijutsu would be restricted vastly had he engaged in battle inside the bamboo. Only sword wielders would have had any chance fighting there. His recent history with the Nuke Nin he battled before made him weary of the water. His only option was the bloody field.

He ran for the starting area, moving towards the blood stained fields of death. He stood at the edge of the field, scanning the area, waiting for the next plan.

[Sayomi]

ENTER| Loveless Lake

The hunt was on.

A booming, powerful voiced announced to the start of the second round. Was he God? Hell no. In this virtual world their lives were mind to do as I pleased. I found myself free falling form the thunderous sky. A battalion of rain and lighting met us as we descended upon the land below. Alongside me were the genin competent enough to have passed the first round. I wasn't worried, cause I was the wolf and these no fanged rabbit were my prey.

Mines alone.

My brilliant dull golden locks whipped frantically behind me and the ground was getting closer, however with the amount of space between all the competitors we wouldn't all land in the same position.

"I'm not sure what to expect..."

With my chokuto rattling at my backside I was sent fete first plunging into the dark, depths of a large lake. I sank deeper and deeper, with no fear of running out of breath, the waters were my sanctuary and anyone unlucky enough to land within these waters were as good as dead.

I could feel the cold, lifeless husk floating at the top of the lakes surface and also the one buried beneath the water, taken by Davy Jones and cursed to sleep forever. Quickly without warning I rose to the lakes surface, waning ripples outstretching from where I surfaced, my feet touched the top, and I let my left hand rest comfortably upon my chokuto's hilt.

Within scanning eyes, I was ready for anything.

So bring it.

[Areru]

STARTING IN THE BLOODY RICE FIELDS

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Her expression had been slightly dull until the crack of lightning send shivers down her very time. Oh, she sure could work in these conditions! Having always been one to love the whole mystery behind storms the very sounds that it created seemed to make her look forwards to the upcoming battle- Held within the sky for a few moment she was quite happy staying where she was amongst the clouds which were, as she could tell by her carefully hidden sansutsomu eyes which lingered beneath her red contacts. To her eyes threads of lightning swirled within the clouds, and to be quite honest, it was quite beautiful- Like some kind of symphony of electricity, wind and water- A storm was brewing, and Areru was quite happy to be within it at the current time! With her grin alike that of a madwoman, the games would soon begin.

With her weaponry strapped to her carefully and her chosen sword also linked to her she would soon drop down to her field of choice- The fields of what had once seemed to be rice, now completely ruined by the rain and the blood that had been shed by whoever had been fighting upon these fields- It was now up to the genin within the exams to join in this fight, and, with her blood pumping at a strangely erratic pace for her at least, she would emerge from the fields, shaking her head a little bit which caused her dark green hair to shake alongside it. A frail, meek looking girl, she was easily underestimated, but just what power did she hold? Secrets lying under her eyes her mask was active, and she would look around her at the sights- Sure was pretty bloodstained here, and the corpses didn't help either.

But- She’d take that to the back of her mind. As for now- She needed to look out, as her eyes would scale the area around her. Of course, since the fields were quite low and even more destroyed from the battle that had occurred here, although far, she could see the figure [Zieg] a good while away, at least 45 to 50 meters. However, she could see the threads of lightning that dwelled within him due to her Sansutsomu lineage- In a bright, flashing blue would his form glow with Raiton- So, he had the same ability as her? That was interesting. Of course, she was never one to pick fights, and she assumed they weren’t meant to attack each other unless it was needed- The shady things she had caught sneaking around in the corners of her eyes however- They seemed to be the foes.

Keeping her eye on the stranger who was on the opposite side of the field to her, she’d look around for a few more moments, before turning back to the stranger, flashing a thumbs up, symbolzing some kind of good luck, before she would then initiate her battle stance.

Now how exactly would this play out?

With the storm churning above them, Areru seemed quite keen on this round!

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ALWAYS ACTIVE

Weathering Eye [Fuukamanako] [Hidden behind red contacts]
Rank: C
Type: Doujutsu
Range: Eyesight
Special: Pierces 'C' ranked chakra of Suiton, Fuuton, Raiton and Ranton nature within eyesight. Elements appear in unique colors, usually customizable shades of blue.
Description: The Kekkai Genkai manifests itself barely with minor changes to the eyes ; the users pupils turns an ocean blue, swirling like a whirlpool.

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[Sharkk]

Falling from the sky like an overweight rain drop was Fuu of the Liquid Existence Bloodline. Opening his eyes as if he had just awoken from a deep sleep he rolled over within the free fall he was in. Eyes widening as he saw what was happening he struggled to accept it if only just for a few moments. "WHAT THE..."

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With his statement finished Fuu was now stanidng above the water though chose now to jump backwards, putting several meters between himself and the bubbling area. Glancing over towards a blond female he watched her for a moment. "Hey you, Little Blondie, what do you think we're in for?"[/color] Smirking slightly he kept himself prepared, he was ready to fuck some...no, he was ready to fuck all shit up.

Rolling his shoulders he did a quick check over all of his gear.

-At the lake without love[Loveless Lake]

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[Estilo]

A familiar setting?!
A veteran thrown back into the throes of war?!
ANGER'S PEAK RELIVED!!

Evanescent tendrils of silky white matter surrounded him, as he drifted within this seemingly empty world like dead wood buoyant on the surface of a calm lake. Sounds of splashing were muffled in his ears, the din of the crowd almost nonexistent. Then a voice, thunderous and filled with bass, drowning out everything else with its demanding presence. With its declaration, the Akegarasu would remember where he was, why he was here- snapped out of an involuntary meditation he had fallen for. But it was one keyword that pulled him out of the ether. Three letters, forming together to voice the dreaded term repeated throughout the annals of time. He was returning to his part-time home, to the place where his combative heart ran free. He was returning to war.

His stomach suddenly shivered with the sensation of falling, the insides of his body tickling as he dared to look down. He was shooting through a storm of deep gray clouds, forks of blinding green lightning manifesting from all sides- and down below, what looked like a rock formation. More precisely, a rocky peak. His amnesia suddenly began to falter, memories seeping through and taking their place in his conscious mind once more. He'd been here before, he'd fought this battle long ago! With rapturous laughter, the Akegarasu would cross his arms over his chest and continue to fall. His polite and chivalrous self being devoured by the blood-seeking lion within- a lion of war. His toothy grin characterized by the physical attributes of wild recklessness incarnate, a miasma of insanity.

"RUN LIKE HELL. THE CROWS HAVE COME TO FEAST!"

And so he'd dart out of the clouds above, landing roughly on the south side of the plateau, a low concussion ringing throughout the air to declare his presence. He'd landed on a sturdy, flat piece of sandy brown rock, a platform surrounded by grass and weeds. And by corpses as well. And though, in the normal world, he would have broken his legs from landing so roughly, this cleverly orchestrated simulation managed to defy the laws of physics and gravity this once. But he was sure it wouldn't be so forgiving later. So, crouched down on bended knee, a low chuckle rumbling under his excited breath, the warrior would then rise. His previously conjured weapons now organized in their appropriate positions, ready to be utilized. He'd fought here before, but it wasn't the same.

He'd promptly take notice of any shadowy figures that might be scampering about in the periphery of his vision. Pivoting around, and turning his body to observe each and every angle, the Akegarasu would take in the familiar sight, the savage setting. Attentiveness was paramount, and it was then and there that he would treat the simulation as if it were real. As if his life was on the line, as if he had gone back in time and was fighting for Kumogakure once more. And all those friends he had lost, the few memories of his family even, would fuel his cause once more, igniting within him a combat-hungry drive. The area, after scanning it thoroughly with his emerald optics, held a 50 meter radius, of which he was on the southern edge. Anger's Peak was smack in the middle, rising to the clouds at an impressive 50 meters high. But there was something different about it. A strange presence, as it seemed. He was anxious to find out what.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Composure gradually faded as delirium induced nausea. An infinite sea of white speckled by the listless, faux-bodies of fellow Kumogakure shinobi and others began to take its toll on the senses and once stable mind of the young man. Something preternatural probed into his psyche, a eerie sensation as if the surreal world that encapsulated them was not truly tanigble, despite the surface beneath his feet. Even the tickle of air against skin seemed unnatural within the dreamscape they were now trapped within. Then, all at once, the baritone voice throbbed within the realm as if the very world itself spoke. Whether to heed its' words or not was a matter of personal opinion. For Ip, it was one sickening experience to another as the realm shuddered from existence, replaced by an open sky.

Thunder rumbled deafeningly within the roiling swarthy clouds that surrounded Ip. At first he was confused, frantic glances grasping only the rushing upper atmosphere before it finalled dawned. I'm falling[/u]! Sudden nausea was replaced by an insurmountable fear. By why was such a surreal simulation such a fright to him? Reasoning would do no justice, prodding at a shell of despair as the shinobi writhed and wriggled through the clouds. In mere moments the bottom of the clouds dropped out and with rain came a momentarily resigned Ip. We have been betrayed by these savage Samurai.. Was the last thought that tore through his mind until a single bolt of lightly ripped through his faux body and passed harmlessly into the distance.

Senses began to restore themselves one second at a time, each second bringing Ip closer to the ground. His body descended just beyond a grove of bamboo. His stomach tightened and his eyes grew keen as the realization that this was no different than a dream; Something induced by the very sphere they had dropped into to begin with. It explained the weapons that materialized in their posession, and the difference in clothing, perhaps even the loss of his inlaid Kumogakure plate that now appeared sewn into the shoulder of his uniform. Once convalescing realization settled the fear and perceptual confusion, Ip's determination to see the Chuunin Exams through reignited into an inferno. It was there after that his feet met with the blood soaked ground and his eyes fixed on his predetermined destination. One out of four possible places noticeable from the air.

Bodies littered the land. Even in the swarthy, sanguine hued backdrop bodies could be seen impaled, delivered to the afterlife on swords, spears, and various other weapons. War was still raging, but the sounds were distant and the surreality still remained and underlining factor in the realm. What others who may have seen, what horrors could be perceived became a footnote before Ip as the bamboo grove became more imposing, beckoning. The haunting urge pushed the shinobi forward step by step until before he knew it he was at a small entrance littered with massive outlaying bamboo shoots. There was no question why he was here, sword drawn, tag gripped in hand. There was a fight to be fought. He entered without word, without thought.

[Battle At Bamboo!]

[Akiyuki]

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This was a completely new experience for me, every bone in my body was loving the excitement! The last memories I had were approaching the balcony and letting my body become one with the wind before… Ah that’s right. I could remember hitting the orb though the cheering of the crowds no longer blessed my ears instead pure silence. “Did I die?” I’d ask myself quietly trying to reason through this place, but that became un-needed since the examiners voice would ease my curiosity and lay down the law of this next round of the exams.

The tension I had built up faded as my gaze was hidden for the world only for a moment did I blink and the next thing I’d see was the sky. I wouldn’t dare panic a member of the Akegarasu being afraid of flight and free falling was like a ghost afraid of the dark. Instead of panicking I’d take this chance to survey the twisted lands they planned to put us in. “So this is the things war will do?” I’d relax my body and lean as to guide myself through the harsh winds if I was going to land the best place would obviously be the highest point. I’d lean my body towards what was known as Anger’s peak trying to relax my body, my legs would have to go first…

I heard the voice of another man near by, he seemed as if he was further down then me, but he screamed about crows quite possibly a man of my clan. Only time would tell who he was if I survived this fall. I did fear the impact after all the impact was the most fearsome thing about falling. Anyone from kumo would probably agree the fall was the best part the feeling of freedom. I’d have to get over this fear quickly as the formation was running up on me, I went over my reaction in my mind over and over as the bottom of my foot was just about to come into contact with the rock.

Damn the feeling I was going to die almost over took me until I came to realize my body landed, but I didn’t die nor was I hurt, just shaken up and irritated. I’d take to my feet with rage dwelling in me only to see the battle field around me, the countless corpses. A completely different sight once you left the sky and became one with the earth beneath your feet. I’d have to repeat to myself only out loud. “So this is what war looks like.” I’d turn my attention to the other who had come to this land yeah he was a member of my village. I moved a bit closer to the northern side of the platform to take a peak around, but before I’d drift to far from him I’d call out to him, but nothing to base a friendship on I’d simply introduce myself. “Looks like its me and you here, I’m Akiyuki of the Akegarasu clan.” I stared at him again trying to remember, but eventually I'd let it go and begin my observations.

[Kaeor]

the battle of bamboo.

In a blend of twisted and insane chaos, Kaeor was thrown in turmoil and almost felt as if his soul was being ripped in two. It wasn't long before the transferal was complete, sending him crashing into a reality that would distort his thoughts. For a moment he didn't know where he was as the throng of battle clung around him. The only opponent in his sight was that of a fellow Kumogakure ninja that was quite distance from his position. But even then he kept himself on guard. In the mixture of blood the ninja would like like a walking corpse. Though armed, he would extract a single kunai in his hand and move between the bamboo reeds silently, eventually searching for a exit.

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o g o n . k u r a i

The clear white surroundings would lift the young man into an ambiance that would be unsurpassed by anyone or anything of little significance. However, considering that this all white dimension would be devoid of any sort of life, it would make just about anything significant. So as the tall, slender frame of Kurai would begin to rise, he could feel his oddly formed 'fake' body begin to lose it's stability. The oddities of this dimension were beginning to compound. He was losing a grip on who and where he really was. Though not confusing his identity, he would simply be blown back by the incredible realism of this world. The powerful gust of gravity would compress against his shoulders as he would find himself among an array of harshly colored clouds. His golden eyes would peak at the sight of constant billowing gray. While there were different shades that would catch his eye, it was the constant barrage of white that would peak out to the youth and draw him in that much more. The crack of lightning and the bustling roar of thunder afterwards would send him into a frenzy of excitement. The chill of artificial raindrops would astonish him to a certain degree, but it would only be an accessory to his involvement of what would soon happen afterwards. As his body would continue to float in the air, his thin, bare legs feeling the press of the condensed air while the frigid sky would assist, he could only imagine where his body would land as he would slowly fall from his vantage above the clouds. The eyes of the Ogon would close as his body would fall through the clouds as if just another raindrop. The lifeless tumble through the air would expose him tot he nature of his involvement. He could see from below was an empty grass field, a single mountain peak being completely surrounded by them. That would appear to be his destination as his limbs would fight for control against the powerfully invisible grasp of the wind.

As the image would begin to magnify an array of lifeless bodies would become more and more visible. He was making a mistake appearing here, but it wasn't as if he had much choice. His body would soar at dangerous speeds towards the impending ground, and as the mountains of corpses would continue to grow into his vision at a hellacious pace, his heart would begin to flutter at equal speeds. The young man's emotionless face would be hidden behind the demonic mask that would cover the lower half of his face. With the two small horns protruding from underneath his bright, aqua hair they didn't appear to assist with his ability to fly. However, as though a miracle had enveloped him, and the rest of this bizarre, fabricated world, his speed would decrease exponentially. His frame would slam into the side of the mountain at an incredible speed, however his body would be completely unaffected. The flashes of metal clashing against metal, and blood flying into the air, he could understand just what he had been literally dropped in to. As the omniscient disembodied voice had directed him and the rest of his competitors. This was war.

The steam of his will would begin to rise as he would practice just how adamant he was about winning this competition. As his golden eyes would open to reveal the hell that surrounded him, he would simply grasp the closest thing to him, a small, but hefty rock, and begin to search the ominous peak's mass for the most affluent position. If this was war, then that meant that there were sides to combat. His first task, was to find out which side it was that was the most deadly... and make sure to avoid fighting them.

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[Hirihi]

As Hirihi floated in the blackness of the void, a voice would begin to boom out through the area and fill her mind. It would state that they were going to be getting started soon. Hirihi then felt the world begin to almost swirl with life. What would be displayed before her, though, was not life. It was death. Blood surrounded the area, and she was seeming to be given the choice of where she was going to arrive. There were several locations that she could start at, and none of them looked to be safe.

Tucking the strands of her pink hair behind her ear, Hirihi sighed and decided that it was best to go with an arena that was flat. It made it so that they wouldn't end up in an area where they could be easily ambushed from anyone nearby. There were multiple places that fit the description, but she felt it was safe to go with something that wasn't surrounded by water, nor on the top of a peak. With her mind made up, Hirihi would float down to be placed in the field of bloody rice. It was off-putting to see so much rice colored in such a strange fashion. As she walked through the stormy weather, taking a few steps forward, Hirihi began to get a feel for her surroundings.

Looking around, it seemed that Hirihi hadn't picked a location that was unpopular. Standing there, she would see that she was in the same field as Areru, the girl that she had trained on how to perform the Shunshin and the sensor techniques. Giving her a friendly wave, Hirihi grabbed her katana from on her back and held it in her hands, the blade pointing forward and Hirihi turned to examine the area a little further. There would be someone or something coming out very soon. Hirihi saw yet another candidate in the Chuunin Exams in the field. The three were separate, but Hirihi was unsure of whether they were supposed to fight each other or fight together.

Waiting patiently, Hirihi held her sword in hand prepared for whatever the examiner would throw at the three of them.

[Proctor Hyuuga Steve]

Ok! Let's get this show on the road already!!! The previous disqualification announcement is nullified in lieu of the site's attack and survival. As this is purely for scoring, those that don't post simply lost the ability to actually gain points towards their overall Chuunin Exam score. Now, with that said, the IIC shall be 48 hours from the last post. Those that miss will be skipped, but can try again next round. The posting order is as follows; new players are welcome to join, but must wait to post until the end of the order!

Please keep in mind that although scenarios are posted in different posts for the sake of being neat, all posters must nonetheless follow the overall posting order above. Meaning that when you post, wait your turn as the above post tells you, and make sure to point out in an obvious manner which area you are in. Remember, once you're in an area, there's no switching!

• Zero
  
• Masumi
  
• Apple
  
• Sharkk
  
• Espada
  
• Dragon
  
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[Proctor Hyuuga Steve]

Opportunity Quickly Lost – A Battle of Survival!

As your bodies drop, the scene below begins to reveal itself clearly; thus, by the time your feet hit the soaked, crimson rice fields, amidst a torrent of rain, dark skies and thunder, you knew what to expect. Two groups existed, masses of pure ebony, armored in a strange, traditional Samurai. Their targets? One group, five in all, came upon a young woman clad in plain clothing, a rusty wakizashi in hand. The other had five more attacking what seemed like an extremely old man and a young boy; the old man had a cane, the young boy had a toy bear. There was little time for any of you to react, much less deliberate whom to help.

The old man and child was no more than 15 meters from the Sansutsomu; the woman was the same distance away from the Hyuuga, You have one round to intervene in either of the conflicts. Think fast, for more dark masses appear in the distance...

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[Proctor Hyuuga Steve]

Black Clouds Loom - Save the Allies!

The two men of crows would have little time for pleasantries, for as the introductions began, three bodies suddenly came from above, lurched from across a higher part of the peak you just couldn't see from your vantage point. The bodies were well thrown, soaring above and behind you, and ultimately, down the end of the Peak. However, before being lost to gravity, you catch a glimpse of their headbands – they were allies, ranked ones!

The culprit is nowhere to be seen, but an otherworldly growl warns of danger. It's 10 meters to scale to a higher part of the mountain before a path further in was revealed. The other passageways were littered with fighting figures, presumably allies against the enemy. Numbers, or strength? You decide.

In the mean time, behind the silent creeper there suddenly begins to appear a faint rumble. Nothing traceable or noticeable at first unless they had super-sensitive hearing; just a bit of dust and dirt sliding. During this time, Kurai, you'd notice from behind your perch an intense battle. In what seemed to be a depression within the peak some 20 meters ahead, a battle had begun - an ally, injured, at the side of a Samurai. The enemy, unseen, pounded away.

Their clothing...they seemed important.

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• Akiyuki
  
• Ogoro.Kurai

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[Proctor Hyuuga Steve]

War, war, war! – One Last Chance!

A thick, invisible cloud of humidity embraced both Kumogakure shinobi as they dropped into the Battle at Bamboo, a grove filled with as many dead bodies as there was bamboo. But more importantly, many troops lie scattered across the field, fighting fiercely to retain control of this bloodied field. At first the battling sides were unclear, but soon you'd discover the battered, grimy looking warriors were none other than our defeated allies, beaten and withered but still with life. They were being attacked by armored warriors, their protectorate comprised of pure ebony. All around you both these troops were mercilessly slaughtering allies, reducing their numbers greatly. No one has spotted you yet.

From your position, Ip, you catch sight of a force of darkness moving swiftly about 20 meters away to your north, readying their conversion on a pair of distracted allies fighting off their enemies some 40 meters away. While this is happening, about 10 meters away from your Kaeor, is a wounded ally, his guts exposed and his entrails seeping. He was losing life rapidly, but it seemed he carried a message. However, in his attempt to deliver it, he began to make enough noise for nearby enemy troops to come investigating. They haven't seen you yet due to a thick patch of bamboo which stood in between you both, but if keeps it up, it seems you'd be facing an early battle.

Think fast, they were only 30 meters away.

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• Kaeor

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