Orino lit the end of his cigarette as he waited for the official to give him the "OK" to go into Colosseum. Was he afraid? No, he certainly wasn't; he had bested many opponents in sparing matches that verged on real combat. Besides the officials would stop the fight if anything were to get too critical. He brought down the top of the lighter with a clank, its metal head cutting off the red flames oxygen supply abruptly. He took a toke, then another, the waiting was beginning to get bored. "Time to get out there", came a cry from the stairwell that led back the way he came; it was time.

Orino stood up from the chair he was sitting on, cigarette still between his lips.The back of his white and white kimono was trailing behind him as he got up, it was hot in the underground portion of the Colosseum; slipping it off was the right thing to do. Reaching behind him he put both his arms into the sleeves and brought it up to cover his back and began to tie it while walking to the entrance. The back of the Kimono bore the symbol of the Gaiso clan outlined in red upon a white background. The black sash made a tightening sound as it was pulled closed and the other end tied down in the traditional Japanese style, he was ready and looked the part of actual nobility instead of street trash.

Giving three knocks on the solid metal doors was the ready signal. The doors gave an audible creek as their weight was flung ajar reveling the lush battlefield. Orino adjusted his hidden dagger that Hung under his left armpit connected by a shoulder holster. The battlefield looked like a picture from a fairy tail.Tall red Shinto Torii gates surround a lake while in the middle sat a lone stone. Various flora and fauna grew in the arena and filled any gap left lifeless. Orino stepped out into the arena prompting a cheer from the crowd. Looking about he could only see the landscape stretched out before him. The gate directly ahead of him remained shut, a contende no where in sight. It seemed he was the first one let out. Orino folded his arms so that his right hand rested on the hilt of the dagger, just in case. With that he let out a bit of smoke from his mouth, waiting for his opponent to show.

Orino took another drag of his cigarette, the calming nicotine filtered out of carcinogens and passing through his lungs and back out. The smoke cascaded from his lips and down his chin as a slow fogy waterfall. Replacing the cigarette in his mouth he re-scanned the scene, Door had not budged, no sign of life other than the flora and fauna, no sudden movements; or were there? Hearing a slight rustle, not enough to be blatantly obvious, but a slow subtle rustle(Shifting of wight in the tree, preparing to throw the card). Cocking his head to the origin of the sound, it looked like a normal palm tree. Tall, brown, and green with leaves jutting from its top flopping down like the lazy ears of a hound.

Still eyeing the palm tree, another rustle was seen and immediately accompanied by a small rectangular item; it looked to be.... a card?  Immediately, Orino jumped away from the area the card was heading. If anything is thrown, the user usually doesn't want to be around when it lands. Since Orino jumped a bit before the card was thrown, he traveled three meters before the card let out a an explosion that singed a bit of his long sleeves, causing Orino to put up a hand to protect his face while still not looking away from the direction of the blast which now created a small smokescreen. Landing three meters away from the blast(6m from Kichi), he would have to prepare an counter attack.

Making the required hand seals, he placed his right hand over his mouth in an 'O' fashion and released the built up Katon chakra in his lungs. The bus sized fireball would erupt from his mouth and towards the origin of the card. Regardless of where the opponent was, the 30 mph fireball would hit hit unless a vertical jump was done, the jutsu would dissipate the smokescreen left behind from the explosion. Now on the defensive, Orino got into his taijutsu stance, ready to confront opponent when he reveled himself.

Chakra:

The fireball let loose and barreled into the smoke screen and obliterated the palm tree Kichirou was hiding in. The look of disappointment on Orino's face did not show as his opponent reappeared on the northeastern gate but was well evident to the young Gaiso. His opponent was a mid to long range fighter, his ambush tactics and use of thrown objects made that entirely evident. His opponent did what he was good at, a game of keep away from him. A game of cat and mouse, although Orino was the mouse at this point. It sickened him to no end to feel weak. He was not especially equipped to handle long range fighters, up close and personal was his style, but he had tricks up his sleeves to get out of the sticky predicament he was in now.

He was now in mid-air as his opponent send another card his way, aimed at him or in his individual vacinaty. He had to find a way to correct his course, and fast. it was most likely another bomb. Orino had finished weaving the handsigns as the card went off, sending off a blinding light. Orino kept his cool. He had memorized a general layout of where he was at. Turning his head to the wall he was approaching, he let out the fuuton chakra that dwelt deep in his lungs.It was never a good idea to end up with your back to the wall.He unknowingly dodging a hidden danger that the flash band had hid from him. He was now gliding towards Kichirou. Almost immediately after he started his glide, he weaved another set of handseals, it was time he revealed his clans secret ability.

Hitting the ground between the stone golem and Kichirou he let loose a cloud of deep black smoke from his lungs that masked any trace of his presence. He was now completely hidden from sight both normal and chakra based. He waited in the flowing black abyss and hid, waiting on a perfect moment to strike.

Spoiler:

(OOC: Stopping this here due to the severity of the wound dealt. There's no way any reasonable referee would let this continue.)

As Orino's legs gave way, the arms of the referee wrapped around his waist, keeping him on his feet. "That's enough, boys." he said sternly, as two medics jumped over the edge of the arena and began to approach the young genin. "The winner is Gyanbura, Kichirou" he roared to the crowd, who burst into a round of thunderous applause. The referee helped carry the young man off the field with the assistance of the two medics to somewhere more quiet where they could properly clean and seal his wound, leaving the crowd to their jubilant celebration of the young Konoha shinobi's victory.