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Solstice walked along the long and winding path which charted this cold and desolate place at such a high altitude. Her Eyes meeting the ground as she continued to walk, on her person was nothing more or less than the items in which she had spent so long making and perfecting. There was the Finely made Demon windmill shuriken on her back. Her black and marked mask upon her face hiding her features other than her bright almost glowing blue eyes due to her hyoton chakra.

Her father's gloves wrapped around her fingers, the steel and mesh of the reinforced fabric feeling good under the touch of her skin. Over her shoulders hung a long hooded and sleeved cloak, covering her skin tight black bodysuit as well as her slightly baggy deep purple jeans. Her crystalline blue hair almost not see-able except for a few bangs which fell past her mask. Her hyoton chakra dominated and under control as the Jounin level nin looked up to the heavens.

This place was quite, but she was here for a reason, well equipped for a reason, she was expecting trouble, it was said there was one of the legendary sannin in these hills, and she had long wanted to test her skills against one such as them... Their names inscribed into the history books forever due to their skill and mastery of ninja techniques passed down to them for generations. Gripping the windmill shuriken and collapsing it into two of its blades and holding the ring as if the weapon were a tonfa with the blades locked to 12 and 6 oclock.

She was ready for her opponent. Her eyes scanning the area of this open plane. There was almost nowhere to hide. Save for the canopy of a few trees which were currently hundreds of meters from her current position.

Different Battle Music? Also, super short post. I'll get into it in my next post, most likely...

A black-cloaked figure stood in the shade of a tall elder tree. And then---he began a walk. eastward, of course, to the only person visible on the horizon. He wasn't worried... confidence was the first step to victory. If he was fighting at all, he had no clue. This war-torn world had shown him that people looked to scuffle where it wasn't needed. It saddened him, really...he gave a sigh and kept up his walk.

Song Leaned her back against a tree as she lit yet another smoke. How many challengers had tried her? So many people had tried to kill her only to find why people called her the Immortal Beast. Her black eyes watched out on the horizon for those who would trespass on her land and challenge her on these plains of death and decay. Blowing our a smoke ring She stood there in just a T shirt and a tank top. Her boots where worn but solid. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail. A single Kunai was tucked into her belt. Her jeans and tank top where torn in many places but she didn't much care. This was her damn tree and she was going to keep it. She liked the shade it provided.

Her eyes noted a figure that was wearing a strange weapon on they're person and a mask. Odd that they would wear anything on they're face in such humidity. Still her eyes narrowed suspiciously and looked around for more. Another dark figure stood out against the empty war torn land mass. No telling who he was really. Or either of them for that matter. It didn't matter though. This was her tree. She named it Bob and if any one else wanted the shade they would have to ask nicely.

Solstice saw two targets. Taking the Fuma shuriken in her one hand she prepared for the incoming fight, the sannin before her looked tough but she didn't know anything about the other incomer, she was not sure whether or not to be impressed or a little underwhelmed.

A shimmer of air ran around the blades of the Fuma Ninja blade. Surrounding the blade in a slight sheen, stepping forward she span three hundred and sixty degrees. Roaring her blade wide hurling the blade. The other blades flattened out almost mechanically mid-flight causing the weapon to enter a brutal spin.

The blade flew at intense speeds, the spin cycle and wind chakra flowing through the blade. Causing it to increase spin speed and velocity for the Sannin before her, her analytical mind already beginning to devise various strategies to deal with the two threats. Though after throwing the blade, she didn't follow up on that opponent.

Turning on her heel she ran straight toward the other of the two ninja, her fists coiling, holding out on beginning the use of her Demon Ice venom. Until the opportune moment.

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Zenchi was...disappointed. That someone would just up and attack him without words...a bit despicable, if not just uncouth. It appeared to him that this female was going to attack him first...he noticed another in the area, resting beneath the shade of a tree. No trouble from her, at least not yet.

His self-proclaimed foe (at least her actions said so) began their fight with a Fuuma Shuriken. It would seem that she wanted to get a head start on him...which he wouldn't let happen. The blade came at him at an impressive speed...but it wouldn't even touch him. With a thought, his chakra became visible outside of his body, in the form of mirror-like reflectors. Twenty of them hovered around him as he formed the Dog seal. One out of his many mirrors would rush to his hand, and---

He caught it. As if it was stationary the entire time. The mirror on his hand shone with the absorbed kinetic energy, which he released--by throwing it back at the girl.

Zen knew exactly how he would finish this right when he started it.

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Well this was a relief. The shady looking person was going after the other dark looking dude. Well that was fine. After all Song was just getting ready to crack open a beer. She smiled and ran a hand through her bangs as if satisfied that she would be left alone before she noticed the Shady looking Ninja running at her preparing a Jutsu. What the hell? Her eye's shot towards the other target of the weapon to watch him preform a hand seal and seem to reflect the shuriken? Well that sucked. And now it was heading straight for them both. Jeeze what a bother.

Song sighed as she thought about it all in her head. Obviously these wheren't some pussies from some company not torn by war just trying to take the last tree in this god forsaken country. These bastards where actual combat junkies. She smiled her own little sick smile and Shifted her foot ever so slightly in the dirt. Focusing her chakra through the bottom of her feet The top layer of the ground in front of her erupted upwards. A wave of earth rising Higher and higher. Then Song shifted lifting her right leg to stomp at the base of the rising earth wave. Sending it crashing forward towards the person attacking her like a massive wave of water at sea. It was then that Song took another drag of her smoke.

Solstice smiled as everything seemed to come together, She had successfully engaged both of her opponent's at once, luckily for her, things were about to become a little better. As she saw her opponent in the distance raise a hand to reflect her blade, while her opponent she charged toward thrusted some form of projectile, hulk smash jutsu through the ground at her, the analytical mind of solstice performed a monkey hand-symbol, her chakra flared as she activated the Body Replacement technique microseconds after the Fine Fuma Blade's attack was deflected. Replacing her own body with that of the spinning shuriken whirling in the direction of the legendary Sannin.

Solstice would appear in mid-air, and with the activation of her chakra flow technique, her body's strength and chakra lit up like lithium to those who could see it. Her Hyoton chakra soared through her body, the raising steam mixing with the smoke-like plume from the substitution. The mix hid the visual confirmation of chakra flow technique, though she could not activate a surge and freeze a large area of his body, just the passive effect would deal 3 inch deep frost damage on impact.

Flying through the air with a rapid spin, throwing a leg out to attempt to land a blow into the side of her opponent. Meanwhile the Demon blade would spin rapidly surrounded by wind and sawing through some of the earth before being snatched up by the wave, being carried several meters as the wind surrounding the blade attempted to pull the blade and cause it to return to the user, pulling out of the earth and beginning to return like a recovering obedient animal having been obstructed.

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