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Post by Yogitou on Mar 7, 2008 18:06:54 GMT -5
Yogitou seemed to be lost within his own head. The sequence of events were taking place all too fast... or was he too slow? Both his teammates were keeping up just fine, which was the problem. As the effeminate man continued to go about his feminine business, Takemaru insulted him into shedding his image. Now with the air of a killer looming around him, Yogitou would have to join in to defend his tea-- Mitsu. Fuck Takemaru. He could go to hell.
"Ya need ta shut ya trap creep!" he cried out, finding no insults to shoot out at him. He couldn't let this fag simply boss his teammates. Even Takemaru didn't deserve this. In a rush of annoyance and rage, the slightly retarded Genin shot forward.
"Kaitaihonō!"
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Saizō
Jōnin - 上忍
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Post by Saizō on Mar 7, 2008 18:41:54 GMT -5
Your mission is to keep them alive until they can care for themselves.
The voice was not his, it was not something he was saying to himself, but rather, something that he recalled being told to him. The reason why he decided to present himself before these children. Gritting his teeth, he glared upon Takemaru from behind the spray of sparks that hit the air after the two blades met. "Hnn...!!" It wouldn't have been a problem quickly parrying the blow, using Takemaru's own weight against him, or lack thereof, but instead, he pulled into a temporary retreat. Taking a two quick shuffling steps back as the boy spoke, withdrawing his sword from engagement. It wasn't the way he worked, though. This wasn't the way he fought, and it was annoying him, not being able to kill his opponent.
In the blink of an eye, he flicked the wrist holding the Tsurugi that was pointing at Mitsu, reversing it's position so that the hilt was pointing in the opposite direction. This act would play as a diversion, quick and confusing swordplay amongst those who aren't very versed in swords tends to throw them off guard. First, he'd deal with Yogitou, who was foolishly rushing in at him while he continued his backtracking. Easily, he swayed in the opposite direction of his fist, his arm jouncing forth, looking to jab the opposite end of the Tsurugi in the seemingly vulnerable boy. If all went according to plan, Takemaru, who didn't really have both of his hands free would be overtaken by his teammate crashing into him. Once Yogitou was out of his hands, he'd begin testing them with false attempts on their lives.
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