Earthquake [4].
Sept 30, 2012 3:33:29 GMT -8
Post by DEVIL— on Sept 30, 2012 3:33:29 GMT -8
The fires created from Max and Bass’s combined efforts paled in comparison to the fires ravaging what many would consider to be “central” Sunagakure. It fanned out like a tsunami, swallowing all beneath its fiery waves and leaving not but ash and ruination in its wake. Even as jaded as the Iwa-nin was, the demonstration, admiteddly, sent a shiver up his spine.
Was it fear? Was it excitement? Perhaps both? It'd been a long time since Bass had seen any level of destruction remotely close to this, and the promise of a worthy opponent was almost enough to make his mouth water. Just what kind of jutsu was this? Unfortunately, there wasn't much time to gaze in awe.
He had acting to do.
With his new headband already fastened squarely upon his forehead, the newly turned Sunagakure Chuunin descended from the skies. The monstrous fires offered far more light than his previous setting, and the buildings succumbing to them (with all of their flammable substances inside) only added to their ferocity. It made seeing, in some situations, a lot easier; it might as well have been the middle of the day if you were there.
With his tracker, still active, he spotted a man he didn’t recognize near the flames; he stood with all the regality of a king and stoic reflection of a god. Perhaps he was the Kazekage? There was only one way to find out. “Kazekage-sama!” Bass shouted as he neared, his voice loud enough to easily be heard over the roar of the flames. Positioned at Nagato’s rear flank (directly behind him) as he lowered on his bird, its mouth slightly ajar, Bass kept a comfortable (but extremely casual) distance (3m) between him and his “lord.”
“Are ya hurt?” Pausing, he wiped a smear of blood away from the corner of his lips. Bass’s clothes were ragged and torn, a display best fit for someone who’d barely escaped with their lives. Then, his eyes slid to the catastrophe before him, but keeping the Kazekage in his lower peripherals.
“I only got a bit o’clay left,” Bass’s voice was genuine as his hands dipped into their pouches, though not to feed his hand-mouths. “But I think I can take ‘em out with one good bomb or two.”
Thankfully, Bass had passed the captive Suna-nin off to one of the many other Iwa-nin conquering the village before arriving. The last thing he needed was for her to wake up at that point in time. “So, what’s tha plan?”2Hidden, completed in previous thread.
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