subterranean endeavors [P] May 6, 2012 20:12:48 GMT -8
Post by Ikki Sanada on May 6, 2012 20:12:48 GMT -8
[/font]Ikki couldn't see what was going on ahead. He heard Kenchiro try to cancel a Genjutsu, the thought that they were inside of a Genjutsu never even even crossed Ikki's mind. When the cancel refused to work, Ikki had to face the harsh reality that all of this was happening to them.
He heard muffled sounds coming from in front of the group but as the corridor was so narrow, he couldn't see what was happening. From behind him Adrianna spoke out loud, trying to get Rokuto to describe what he had encountered. What he said horrified Ikki. He spoke of a creature with a human arm in it's mouth. But just as the specter came it disappeared, without notice or warning.
Rokuto began moving again, and as the group went forward, the Chuunin called back and asked everyone to avoid the mysterious fluid on the ground. Ikki didn't see where it had come from, nor did he want to know. The group kept moving, faster now that the corridor started to widen. The mucus was still covering the walls, and as they moved Ikki thought he heard strange voices from around them.
Rokuto was still leading the group when the passageway ended abruptly, he lead them into a large room. What Ikki's saw there chilled his very bones. Bodies where pierced by large spikes coming from the ground. At first Ikki believed they were dead, but when the group was fully inside the room they seemed to awake. The boy realized they weren't dead at all.
They started to write and call out, noticing the group, and pleading with them to run away. Saying that whatever was happening to them was not meant to be seen by their eyes. As they lamented, Ikki heard rock scrape on rock and saw a door start to open across the room.
Whatever it was, it was coming. Ikki Sanada shifted his head to the right and to the left. To his left was Rokuto and Kenchiro, to his right the archer Adrianna. Rokuto had a hand over his mouth, Kenchiro was preparing a jutsu, and Adrianna held her bow with an arrow nocked in her hands. The young pugilist felt a sense of calm come over his body and he raised his fists. Whatever it was, it was coming, and he was ready.