Predators (Q/P)
Jun 6, 2012 21:26:01 GMT -8
Post by The Dude on Jun 6, 2012 21:26:01 GMT -8
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And as simple as that the hunt was on, like many hunts this started out slow as Ekitai bound up into the trees after his apparent team but maintained his own distance all the same from them. He trusted them but they were again a band of men who killed for money, never could be suspicious enough around people with that sort of reputation. The only thing for it as a matter of fact was to keep his head down and travel swiftly and silently keeping his mind off the idea that they could turn on him. As they traveled he considered what they were trying to do, killing a Hozuki was a hard enough challenge in it's own right, but now he had to take out a pair of them? Ekitai knew all too well the abilities of the Hozuki and knew it would prove a hard task to kill them himself considering he had no lightning or ice releases as he was himself a Hozuki.
Still he smiled to himself, combat between Hozuki was a rare thing but it was indeed a splendid battle to behold. Elemental embodiments clashing their raw powers against each other to shift more of the environment than each other. Indeed the thought of battle was heartwarming but Ekitai knew better than to try and enjoy himself on this assignment, underestimating a fellow Hozuki could only end badly. Best to do this quickly and cleverly and hope that one of his team mates had the releases they needed to kill Hozuki.
Animals rustling through the bushes below, the soft patter of rain on clothes and leaves, and the misty silhouettes of five shinobi. The air was perfect for the hunt and Ekitai could feel it within him on this modest night. Their leader spoke gently relaying the information that they were in the right area and warning everyone to keep their eyes open. Ekitai obeyed diligently surveying the area in the light of the moon for any signs of disturbed dirt or bent branches when he nearly passed a glimpse of blue in the night. Backtracking Ekitai knelt gently to inspect the strange cloth for clues as to what it belonged to before he would decide whether to dismiss it as garbage or if it was in fact something that merited a search.