tattooed tears of Joy.
Nov 6, 2011 1:27:51 GMT -8
Post by King on Nov 6, 2011 1:27:51 GMT -8
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[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #868e96; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px][atrb=style,padding-top:15px;][atrb=align,left] Kou's cold, almost mechanical demeanor did not fade. Calculating eyes patiently waited, scrutinizing every inch of the massive man's figure, looking for an opening to exploit and end this little confrontation. Even though he'd begun to release Ue, this little truce of theirs was over; there was no way they'd be able to trust him now, and the same could most likely be said vice versa. This left the trio only one choice: someone had to die.
The subsequent skirmish that broke out merely a second after Ue was released was all the time that Kouketsu could've hoped for, though the pot was sweetened by the fact Nadare had managed a counter assault. As his lumbering arm swung through the air, inevitably colliding with Ue, Kou cut through the darkness like a hot knife to butter. The only hint that he'd moved was the glinting of steel, and the static trail of silver that highlighted a pitch black background.
Despite his chakra reserves being in no condition to support his antics, a pair of fully evolved Sharingan revealed a myriad of possible actions before Nadare himself probably even though to execute them. It would've made conducting a proper counter to the blade seeking the fleshy underside of his jaw rather difficult, and the frightening burst of speed Kou had used to close an already meager distance certainly wouldn't have aided him any further.
Either or, the blow would've been sufficient to bring the mountain-sized bastard down to his knees, before a viscous twist of the wrist put his lights out for good.