-Dustcrush Blues [Closed]
Feb 11, 2012 15:42:30 GMT -8
Post by Not Masakuni on Feb 11, 2012 15:42:30 GMT -8
-A Moment Of Excitation
“Idiots.”
Shiro's hands were forming hand seals, even before he began to speak. He would not tolerate this within his sight. They were impeding his enjoyment of the evening with their uncouthness. His chakra snaked out of his core, rushing out of him and into the source of sand on his back. The top popped out of his gourd as the pressure built up within, sand streaming around restlessly. He smirked. The men turned, slowly, having caught the sound of his voice. It was too late for them, anyway.
That's right, over here.
He made no effort to conceal himself. It was better that they focused their attention on him. In the meantime, his sand was streaking across the ground between the stalks of grass, reaching out with grasping fingers. In moments, it was on them, wrapping around their legs in grasping hands. Two of them let out shouts of fear and surprise, dropping the girl between them. The third one let out a curse and jumped backwards, propelling himself backwards a meter. A shinobi, then. There would be a little bit of excitement, then.
Coming up next...
His continous string of seals came to a conclusion, next. A small amount of his sand formed into a disk of sharpened particles, whirling through the air between him and his foes. It slashed right through the neck of one man, whipping over the girl's head as it cut into the arm of another. Shiro calmly walked towards his fallen opponent. The other man scrambled away, clearly too much of a coward to fight Shiro head on. That kind of behavior was simply too rude. His shuriken of sand bit into the runner's leg, dropping him to the ground. He would bleed out soon enough.
One more...