.New Beginning.
Nov 21, 2011 19:38:17 GMT -8
Post by -Ayamai on Nov 21, 2011 19:38:17 GMT -8
Incarnadine fluid now flowing freely through the wound in my side I would find that my hand had been called. It was now time to call up my proverbial ace in the sleeve. Optics would shift hues from that of the purest cerulean to the stormiest azure, swirling like a maelstrom. Around the iris flashes of brilliance would flit in and out, like lightning. Whilst the whites of my eyes would start to revolve around the pupils and iris like a nimbus of clouds. This was the right of my heritage; My Kekkei Genkai.
Awe would now strike the brutish features of the bandit leader and his two remaining henchmen. Did they know of the Sansutomu's mastery of the storm? Or were they merely entranced by the physiological transformation 'pon my form? Neither mattered, for they had awoken the storm that had lain dormant within and deigned to face its majestic wrath. Surprise fading, the two brutes would charge me as their leader stood by.
Verily my hands would move into alacritous action, mimicking the zodiac constellations, harnessing my chakra. Within moments I would summon forth eddying winds and mold them into the shape of a whip. Within this form I would also channel forth the essence of lightning, imbuing it within. Then, with a sudden flick of my hand it would be sent thrashing into the nearest bandit, shocking him into unconscious oblivion in an instant.
Not stopping their my hands would again move into motion as they brought my powers to bare once more. Chakra, like fire, coursed through my veins, sending ecstatic trills through my body. Water would form within mid-air, coalescing to form an orb within my right hand. Encased within a light flickered and sparked, bespeaking the essence of raiton within.
However, in the time it took to bring my chakra to bare my foe had come within mere steps of me, his rusty blade raised in a killing blow. Dexterously I would drop to one knee, avoiding the blade by a hairs breath. Continuing this movement, 'pon one knee, I would execute a quick spin to enhance my blow, catching the ruffian in the mid rift with my explosive pay load.
He would be sent flying into the air, poleaxed by my blow. Thus, it would come myself and the leader remaining. Yet, I could feel my body, slowing and weakening by the second due to the grievous wound I bared. How long could I hope to last without aid?
Awe would now strike the brutish features of the bandit leader and his two remaining henchmen. Did they know of the Sansutomu's mastery of the storm? Or were they merely entranced by the physiological transformation 'pon my form? Neither mattered, for they had awoken the storm that had lain dormant within and deigned to face its majestic wrath. Surprise fading, the two brutes would charge me as their leader stood by.
Verily my hands would move into alacritous action, mimicking the zodiac constellations, harnessing my chakra. Within moments I would summon forth eddying winds and mold them into the shape of a whip. Within this form I would also channel forth the essence of lightning, imbuing it within. Then, with a sudden flick of my hand it would be sent thrashing into the nearest bandit, shocking him into unconscious oblivion in an instant.
Not stopping their my hands would again move into motion as they brought my powers to bare once more. Chakra, like fire, coursed through my veins, sending ecstatic trills through my body. Water would form within mid-air, coalescing to form an orb within my right hand. Encased within a light flickered and sparked, bespeaking the essence of raiton within.
However, in the time it took to bring my chakra to bare my foe had come within mere steps of me, his rusty blade raised in a killing blow. Dexterously I would drop to one knee, avoiding the blade by a hairs breath. Continuing this movement, 'pon one knee, I would execute a quick spin to enhance my blow, catching the ruffian in the mid rift with my explosive pay load.
He would be sent flying into the air, poleaxed by my blow. Thus, it would come myself and the leader remaining. Yet, I could feel my body, slowing and weakening by the second due to the grievous wound I bared. How long could I hope to last without aid?