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1Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Fri Aug 22, 2014 6:34 pm

Crimson

Crimson


D-rank
The night was another usual night, dogs barked and the wind caressed the living and the dead, everyone was on with their usual life, Dante however finally earned his first pay, and decided to enjoy his time slightly, however it was difficult for him to do that, since he was quite the awkward guy, Dante would move out from his apartment in Takigakure, after cleaning up his body by bathing and wearing his usual clothes and hat.

He would pace the short distance between him and a nearby bar, as he walked calmly enjoying this beautiful evening, and before later, he would enter a bar of some sort, thinking it was some sort of cafe or something, he was oblivious to its truth, but still walked in, and as he paced his distance towards the seat infront of the counter  as he looked around the people were not so welcoming and had that hazardous atmosphere around them, he was like a lost puppy wandering into a dark alley of some sort, he would then sit and ask the bartender “Can I have a glass of milk please.” He spoke in his cold polite manner. But the man would make a joke out of him for everyone around to laugh on him, the boy however was not bothered by such an act.

And he thought the man might've understood and began working on bringing his order infront of him, and so the young man would wait and wait, until he asked the man about his order, which ended up pissing of the man as he pulled his arrowgun pointing it at Dante's head, while Dante's unamused glare pierced the man into intimidation, his eye were ice cold, and it took Dante one glare with his cold exterior to bend the man like a plastic stick.

And so after the whole confrontation the man would drop the weapon aside, and sip a glass of milk for the boy, Dante's cold gaze was focused at the depths of the milk as he thanked the man in his cold voice, taking sips from his drink.

Among the sitting people was one female with a different atmosphere around her, she seemed different from the hazardous bunch, gambling, and trash-talking. He would love to avoid judging a book by its cover but oh well..

The young man remained seated, and would observe his surroundings, it was a nice day to hang around, he would pull a book from his jacket's pocket and begin reading it,  focusing on it.



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2Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Fri Aug 22, 2014 7:02 pm

Uzumaki Ilya

Uzumaki Ilya


D-rank
Yomi had been sitting in some lowlife excuse for a bar for a rather long time now. She had been send to Takigakure by her sensei Akira, to join his squad and to be tested in her skill, but when they weren't training, all the young woman had to do was wander around and frequently visit bars for the…enjoyment they gave to someone who was always aching to get into a fight. Leaning back on her chair in a far corner of the bar, she witnessed the taunting of some guy towards the bartender, who obviously was fuming of anger. Emptying her bottle of beer, she stood up, letting her long coat fall down over the larger part of her legs, deciding to go and meet this guy with an obvious asshole mentality.

"Hey you got a fine ass, missy," An incurable drunk at one of the tables along her way siad with a slurring voice, reaching out with his hand and groping her butt, not expecting anything bad to happen to him. Surprisingly Yomi didn't immediately react either, only standing still while his hand got a firm grip on her behind. "Want me to fix you up, honey?"

Suddenly, Yomi's left hand grabbed the man's wrist, while turning herself around and pulling the man's arm backwards, so that he had no other choice than leaning back himselfonly to notice in a drunken haze, that her right leg had raised itself high and instantly dropped with the heel of her boot upon his nose, followed by a loud snapping sound of bone, which almost resembled the noise of a twig breaking in half.

"I think you've got a broken nose there, mister," Yomi hissed, while leaning close to the man, who now released a gurgling cry from his lips. "You better fix that up…honey."

Releasing the man, she walked over to the bartender with quite a sardonic grin on her face, tapping the counter with her hand, which was immediately followed by another bottle of beer right in front of her, followed by an angry mumble coming from the bartender.

damn brats with their fancy gimmicks, what is the world going to...

Grabbing the battle, the young woman settled herself at a chair straight accross the asshole's seat, taking a sip from her beer, before placing it on the table and leaning a bit backwards in her chair with a grin on her face. "Dont'cha think this place really has some merrit?"

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3Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Fri Aug 22, 2014 7:52 pm

Crimson

Crimson


D-rank
"Dont'cha think this place really has some merrit?"

“Indeed it does.” he spoke coldly as his irises turned to the girl looking at her eying her, she was unique from the rest of them, but not too different he would think, leaving that aside, she appears to be skilled in combat, close combat to be precise, pining the man so easily and damaging his bones, no strength was shown, however, technique was obvious as daylight in her movements, her build also suggested her to be a close quarter combatant, however, that was merely a speculation, Dante, would speak to her in his cold voice “I rather not be judgmental, judging a book by its cover is immature and idiotic, however everyone here appears hazardous.”

Said the young man with his cold exterior remaining, he spoke to the bartender calling him asking him if he may have another order, an order of a steak topped with creamy mushroom sauce and bits of mushroom, he would also order a glass of orange juice at the side, in order to enjoy a delicious wondrous meal.

Dante was a humble young man, with a nice attitude, but a cold exterior and an awkward personality, he would ask the girl if she would like to have something, and that he's inviting her to order on his account, no he was not aiming to hit on her but merely be polite to the person that took it upon them to speak to him.

As he was enjoying his meal, a man would point his knife at Dante's neck, and tell him to hand his money over, Dante's head would merely  turn his head to the man's direction and ask him to do it after he's finished with his meal, but the man's yelling and annoying talk was vexing to Dante, Dante merely struck the man below his kneecap by six centimeters, struck him with his elbow in the bandit's stomach as he  put his left arm above the bandit's and grabbed it from the side, and with his right hand he bent his elbow and leaned on the man chest with the rest of his arm making the man fall, Dante would stab the man with the man's knife in his very own hand, through the eye, to the brain, rendering him dead, he would wipe away his hands clean, and continue with his meal.



WC: 837-750= Perception E>D
WC left: 87



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4Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Sat Aug 23, 2014 5:00 pm

Uzumaki Ilya

Uzumaki Ilya


D-rank
“I rather not be judgmental, judging a book by its cover is immature and idiotic, however everyone here appears hazardous.”

In a way, Yomi couldn't agree more with that statement, though on the other hand, she was never the type to judge anyone based on anything, except maybe on their potential in combat. She didn't really care about people or their behavior, their desires and whatever else that made them unique compared to others, she always first and foremost looked at how well they functioned in terms of combat and skill, because all the rest was mere luggage, useless luggage.

"Can ya give me like…something hot?" The young woman teased the bartender a bit, not specifying anything, just testing to see if the bartender would understand what she desired. "Hot 'n spicy, two of my favorite things, or should that be one thing, I dunno…just give me something that's hot 'n spicy."

Just when she was aboutto say something against the young man sitting across the table, some idiot was getting obnoxious by trying to threaten him with a knife, a threat which got rebuked in just a few seconds. It was so pitiful to see the man fall down so fast, that she started to laugh frantically, really enjoying herself at that point.

"Heh, that was seriously funny," She sighed, grinning again, leaning back on her chair, with her boots on the table. "I'd like to see you try that with me, hahah."

Just as she had said those words, the bartender arrived with something that looked like a bowl of ramen with chopsticks displayed over it, but inside the soup, Yomi could see the tiny bits of chili drifting around, the egg was red from being pickled in sambal and the soup itself had a strong, stinging smell, which warned her that he really tried his best to make exactly what she wanted: something hot 'n spicy.

"Well then," The young woman laughed, sitting straight, pulling her boots from the table and breaking the back of the chopsticks so she could taste and savor the dish. "Itadakimasu."

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5Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Tue Aug 26, 2014 7:39 pm

Crimson

Crimson


D-rank
A taunt left the girl's mouth, sadly, it fell on deaf ears, the young man cared for naught but his identity. Dante's eyes would not even flinch, he did not know for whom the taunt was directed at, he didn't look at her as an equal to care, that's how he was, somehow, for some reason, he always appeared to be belittling others, or so his cold dead eyes spoke. The man beneath him fell victim to his fighting tactics, tactics were not only about tricking the opponent before intercepting them, but even while doing so, the distance from the eye to the brain, he used that to insure the death of his victim, attacking the brain through covered gaps, killing tactics all in his head, being stabbed never meant you'll automatically die, but what matters is the internal damage caused by said stab.  the lungs one hits when they strike, as strong as it can be the human body that is, it's pretty weak as well, weak points were all over it, and somehow, Dante knew it all as if he had studied it, even the way he carries himself was that of a person that had experience in a real battlefield, even the bloody picture of a battlefield was stuck in his head, blurry, but there.

The young man would pull papers about specific missing people, looking for his identity, as he flipped through paper, reading them as fast as he could, he would order a cup of coffee to focus better at the task at hand, and paper by paper, he read as he stacked the papers he read to the other side, opposed to where the paper he's yet to read, Dante's order would soon arrive, and the boy would take slight sips from his drink enjoying his hot drink while flipping through paper, he then decided to speak to the girl, only, it was a question, he would speak to her “What type of close quarter combat do you use?” He speculated her hand-to-hand combat prowess, but knew nothing about her style, and was intrigued, it wasn't necessary for her to answer whatever intrigued him, but a question should do no harm, or so he thought, then again she may lie, or may not even be a close quarter combatant, but knows a couple of things about knocking idiots who couldn't reply to her in an experienced manner, then AGAIN he thought to himself.....Why was he speculating all of this, why so distrustful ? Was it something he's used to think in the past? No one would really know, not now at least, and so he continued flipping through paper.

6Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Tue Aug 26, 2014 8:13 pm

Uzumaki Ilya

Uzumaki Ilya


D-rank
The young man in front of her was like a corpse, someone who more seemed to act not because they had to or wanted to, but just acted to act. A strange guy indeed, not to mention he was kind of creepy, which in a way made her only more interested to see what she could do to make him show something else than just that emotionless state of himself. However, when he started ruffling through some papers, ordering a coffee and disregarded the body behind him completely, Yomi let out a bored sigh.

"Well, you're no fun if you're gonna be all that silent," Pulling her boots from the table, she grabbed her beer and gulped it down quickly, but just as she was standing up, he gave a remark on what type of close combat she was using. This was a good and interesting question, even though the guy still asked it without even paying as much as a smidge of attention to her. "Rather than telling you, why dont I show you? This bar has enough scum to which the world pays no care or attention if they were to be a bit…roughed up."

Hanging her coat over the chair she was sitting on earlier, Yomi turned her back on the guy, searching the bar for some strong looking guys, which was quickly found at a large round table not far from the bar's entrance. Walking towards them, she suddenly wrapped her arms around the necks of two massive, muscular hulks of thugs, leaning in close, but talking loud enough so that everyone, including the cold guy could hear what she was saying.

"You two look like you wont pull back any punches against a girl, right?" She asked rhetorically, grinning widely, while the two guys looked at her with a mix of primal lust and irritation at the same time. "Let's make a deal, if you can beat me in a fight, you can have your way with me, meaning I'll do anything for you during this entire night and you guys can do anything you want with me, deal?"

The two men, both easily towering over 6 feet tall, gave a deep laugh, with one of them even being a tad bit too obvious in what he would desire from her, as he grabbed his groin and shook it for a moment. "Yer gonna be our bitch, ya lil slut."

The two of them lunged at her, showcasing quite a speed for such hulking masses of muscle, but despite all of their speed, the largest of the two suddenly noticed Yomi's leg rising upward in an impressive 180 degrees angle, the heel of her boot smacking against his chin and even forcing him upwards to the ceiling. Lowering her leg for just a bit, the guy went down again. In a mere instant, she tilted her foot a bit, using the man's neck as leverage to balance herself on in midair, swinging her other leg towards the second guy's face, who plummeted against the table he had been sitting on moments earlier.

With both the largest man crashing on the ground, with Yomi standing on his neck with one foot and the other guy lifting himself from the debree of the shattered table, one would say the fight was decided, but some of their pals seemed to decide that they could all have some fun with her, so in an instant, she was surrounded by three more guys, some scrawny, others equally tall as the two guys she had already floored. "Oh goody, more of you to pummel."

Stoming her foot on the back of the head from the man who she was standing on, Yomi launched herself again, performing a lethal dropkick on the head of the scrawny fellow, who toppled over, with her boot now firmly planted in his face. A second guy among the newcomers tried to grab her with his arms, but the young woman only reacted by putting her hands in the pockets of her pants, using her free leg to plant her boot against that man's chest and push him backwards, which proppelled him towards the man who had earlier been slammed into the table.

The last one of the new guys jumped at her, only to notice that she had just jumped as well, grabbing his face and smacking him with the back of his head against the ground, after which she dropped her boot painfully hard on his esophagus, knocking him out cold as well. "That…was Commando savate."

With the five men, grunting and moaning in pain, Yomi settled herself on the chair right accross the stone cold guy again. "Need to know more, mr silent type?"

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7Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:57 am

Crimson

Crimson


D-rank
She gracefully carried herself from one place to another, with great finesse and enthusiasm she was lusting for a fight, Dante was right, she was no equal, she had a purpose, Dante didn't she loved and enjoyed and fights for the thrill of it, Dante sees no joy, no sadness, no thrill in fighting, nothing in anything, his goal was supposed to be figuring out who he is, but isn't that the same thing as chasing the past, in truth it really is, he is not moving forward with it, he just recites the steps he took, a depressing thing for him, she however, moved forward, she was not some gum stuck to the past like Dante is now, she perhaps was better than him? Who knows..

Dante looked at her focusing on her style, a well known style, hard to master, powerful, few assassination techniques, multiple head to head tactics, powerful for a frontal assault getting withing range with no plan to counter her movements was a stupid idiotic arrogant move to do, fortunately for her, was what her challengers did, she can slightly impress Dante with knocking five foolish egocentric, horny savages, they were no better than a wild boar roaming around attacking everyone around them. Luckily she took care of them, and forward knocked them down easily too, her power was impressive, she might be a fun opponent to hustle and rustle with.


Dante wished he could smile, but somehow he suddenly realized the rock on his shoulders, preventing him from moving forward, and while she dashed around fearlessly after vulgarly offering her body to the pigs in front of her, she wiped the floor with them. Her opponent were flat out silly jokes, but what was worth the watch were her moves, despite them being too dense to even stand their ground against her, her moves mind raped them for sure, she was all over the place gracefully, she fooled around far too much in her fight, she seemed to care less about anything, and after knocking them out cold scumbag approached the jealous Dante and grabbed him by his hair, Dante's pair of Sharingan flashed for a moment as his rage was portrayed through his red glowing raging orbs, glaring at the bandit with all the rage in the world, if eyes could kill, this man would've been slaughtered to a bloody bludgeoned mess.

The man backed off intimidated by the rage in his eyes, she would return to Dante speaking to him, her question asking him if he needed to know more, Dante's eyes by then would calm down and so he spoke with his calm voice and cold exterior “A nice style of fighting, you've got finesse and grace in your step, you wasted time talking, and judging by your physical attributes, style, and surroundings, this fight could've ended in half the time you took, had you actually taken them seriously, or am I being too Presumptuous”

After another minute of flipping through paper, the boy would sigh in discomfort or relief and say one thing that might sound strange to the ears of the ones around him, while it may bewilder them, it had far too many meanings, one could assume what he meant, but perceiving the boy's actions and what had he been flipping through, one would know the meaning of his words, that he spoke in disappointment “It's no use. I still can't find my self.”

8Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:21 pm

Uzumaki Ilya

Uzumaki Ilya


D-rank
Yomi laughed when the cold guy commented on her particular style of taijutsu, even continuing to smile rather eerily when he noted that she seemed to have talked to much, stating that she could've ended that little exhibition of hers in half the time if she was actually trying her best instead of slacking off. Instead of getting angry at those quite harsh remarks, Yomi raised her finger, so the bartender would bring her another beer, while still maintaining her devilish grin.

"You're exagerating," The young woman laughed, tilting her head backwards a bit, as if she was trying to listen to something else than her own words. "If I did my outmost best, it would've been a complete waste of my time. These guys weren't worth my best and what's a fight without some taunting, especially with that type of slackers. If they had trained a bit, they would've been a lot harder to deal with, but they relied upon their brute strength and forgot that a body does not have to be insanely large to have an incredible amount of strength."

The bartender arrived with the beer, waiting for a moment, waiting for either of them to ask for something else. It seemed that the grumpy guy had turned into a meek puppy now. Adorable, but also pitiful to watch, Yomi simply waved her hand to motion him to leave the two of them alone.

"You can't find yourself?" Yomi chuckled at the sigh made by the young man at the other side of the table. "One does not know themselves if they do not know their enemies. You should think about that statement, because without enemies, without rivals, without opponents, we're all just empty, hollow shells walking around 'acting' alive. You need to find a desire to find yourself…do ya get that?"

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9Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Thu Aug 28, 2014 5:23 am

Crimson

Crimson


D-rank
In the space of his own illusions a slap popped him back into reality, stop chasing the past, an order in the back of his head, perhaps it was an order from his former deceased self, and that he will do, the girl, she spoke truth, in order to enjoy life, and to live, one must find desire, what does he desire, he stopped thinking about his duty or what's proper to do, which he thought was to search for his past self, to chase the gone past, not knowing what awaited him, to know oneself is to know one's enemies, wise words indeed, and the need to find a desire, he would have to start searching, for that 'desire' with no clue, or any idea on where to find it, but it must be something he desires strongly, something he can never let go of, and so his desire would be to find a desire, something he truly holds on to, the world is vast why should one limit themselves, the vast world holds many possibilities, and options, Dante knew not for how long he would have to search but as long as he doesn't chase the bewildering past.
The young man would smile at the lady a feint, gentle smile filled with gratitude, as he spoke with a gentle tone “Thank you” showing gratitude in two simple honest words, for the first time his eye shone, as if he really was alive, his eyes always gave out the impression he was dead inside, unapproachable, which put that mysterious atmosphere around him, he spoke about the bunch being hazardous, but he was just the same, in a different way, not something he's proud of, but perhaps his alarming cold exterior would fade in time, and so the night continued, and the surprises kept on coming.
Looking outside, a group of eleven men approached the bar, and soon they surrounded the two, while crimson assumed them to be comrades for the fallen horny thugs, he glared at them as one spoke with a grumpy low pitched thick voice and a mocking tone “These are them, them punks attacked our brothers!!” their appearance was obviously as low class as were the knocked out thugs, funny those idiots were all muscular and absurdly packed, but judging from their actions, their steps, where they place their hands, and the way they carry themselves, they appeared to be stronger than the sad bunch that's now in the world of dreams, and since Dante knocked one to the realm of the dead, and interacted with the one that attacked them in a friendly manner, well...More or less, aside from that, one point remained, Dante was their target as much as the girl is, which was good, this talk about desire got him bumped up he was aching for a fight, he was going to ask the girl but it seems a dance with the eleven hooligans was in order, and so he invited the female to enjoy fighting them together by merely turning his eyes to meet hers and turning them away at the hooligans after her response, armed in a solid stance he would make sure to enjoy this brawl.
Before the hooligans approached the two ninjas, Dante would ask the girl, a question about her desire, and where to find his own, this girl was an entertaining one, a rebellious one, willing to bet her dignity on the simplest of fights with nothing to gain, aside from the thrill of the fight, she also appeared to be one hell of a beer lover, guzzling away at that poor bottle of beer, showing no mercy, being underage, the young man always questioned, why would people like something that let's their mind drift into unawareness, he has heard its taste sucks but  that was the only thing he ever knew  about it, he would make sure to try it, but hesitation remained in his head, well trying it for sure but that would be in one year if ever.
They went ahead and done it, lucky for the vermin Dante was in a good mood, otherwise these vulgar maggots would've been erased in the short matter of seconds, he always hated being interrupted, it was not such a good idea to interrupt him while in a bad mood, lucky for them he's in a good mood. Still a good beating awaited the two, they chose to mess with the worst duo of all time, that girl was obviously a sadist, and so was Dante, they're in for a good beating indeed, this night might pop up in their nightmares, well it will make for a good lesson not to bother to sadistic fighters.

Crimson was merely a D-ranked shinobi, many question his ability to kill, but was he really a D-ranked shinobi, that was indeed the question, aside from that his ability to kill was easily answered by simple words, these words were assault tactics, guerrilla tactics, even the way he carried himself gave everyone the impression that he was a trained soldier, not knowing the fact of his past, or where he had gained battlefield experience he does not even notice anything unusual in his stance or the way he moves, or carries himself, indicating that his habits are something he did naturally, like an everyday routine, questioning the nature he grew up in was nothing unusual, the young uchiha didn't even know about his Dojutsu, all he knew is when his emotions burst, his fighting capabilities become better, more honed, and more better, that is all he knows, he remembers something about what a kunoichi that goes by the name of Misoka, a close friend of his told him, she told him he belonged to the_____ clan, somehow whatever was the name she said it was erased soon after a short while, as if his brain was programed to not accept such a term or know of it at all.

Guerrilla warfare is a form of irregular warfare in which a small group of combatants such as armed civilians or irregulars use military tactics including ambushes, and so on, something that was imprinted into his bewildering brain, the young man was also from the cursed clan of the _____, their power is erected by hatred, reflecting their darkest emotion, hatred created by love, yet the young man was nothing like any of his fellow uchiha clansmen, he however remembers coldly eradicating few enemies in the past, and his fighting tactics, in the back of his head a question arose, asking the young man himself, what does all of these torn pictures of past memories mean, but for now he tossed those thoughts aside focusing on finding something he desires so keenly and on the enemies standing before him..

He knew about his clan being a cursed clan, whose power is aroused by hatred created by love, but that was all, even that fact, in his head seemed blurry, as if he was not sure of it...



WC:2250-1500=750 words left
Endurance: E-Rank~>D-Rank

Reaction Time: E-Rank~>D-Rank



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10Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Thu Aug 28, 2014 9:56 am

Uzumaki Ilya

Uzumaki Ilya


D-rank
Giving a simple nod to Crimson's word of gratitude, Yomi showed that it wasn't really anything she should be thanked for. After all, she was merely reacting to his earlier statement, wanting to see what such a cold, yet deadly guy would be capable of when having a purpose like she did. yes, her desire, her reason to continue forward was simple: fun. Everything she did was for the sake of having the feeling of excitement, the sensation of blood rushing through her veins, spurred by insane amounts of adrenaline, that in the end was after all the ultimate description of what she saw as fun, the feeling of being alive, without defiance to it.

"Now, since we're both stuck with those lowlifes, why not introduce ourselves?" Yomi laughed, turning round on her chair and standing up, holding up her fists, while still turning her face with a grin towards the cold guy. "I am Yomi, Yamada Yomi, don't forget the name of the one who will be carved into eternity for being the strongest and most versatile taijutsu and bukijutsu master ever."

“These are them, them punks attacked our brothers!!”

With her typical grin, the young yamada woman turned towards the guys who had called out to them and were pointing at both yomi and her apparently new, temporary companion with anger in their eyes and actions. Compared to the guys she had beaten and the cold guy had killed, these ones seemed more capable of actually hurting people and thus perhaps giving Yomi the thing she desired. If these guys could spill some of her blood, she would be more than grateful to grant their wish of being beaten to death.

"Hey you, grumpy fat guy," Yomi laughed at the one guy who had spoken up earlier, pointing at him with her index finger, turning her hand and suddenly giving him a sign to come at her at any time he would desire."Those guys really didn't cut it, could you possibly entertain me and my companion here some more than them? I would appreciate that."

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11Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Sun Aug 31, 2014 6:29 am

Crimson

Crimson


D-rank
The young Uchiha announced the beginning of the massacre for the fight, D by smiling faintly, excited for the fight against those idiotic hooligans, his partner seemed to also be great at taunting fools such as these, it worked effectively too. The young man intercepted two of the hostiles, eying the two muscle heads carefully, the young man realized what he had to deal with right away as soon as he got exactly between the two, and it appears they stood beside one another for a reason, while both idiots didn't wear something alarming such as armor, both had curved daggers, sharp enough to cut four centimeters deep, three centimeters away from three inches, the young man knew where to direct such a cut should he get stuck in an unavoidable situation, but there was no need to think that far ahead as he usually does. They both held the daggers in opposing hands, perhaps synergy? A two-man attack, or so the young fighter supposed, and he couldn't be more right.

While the one at his right side aimed at his waist with his right hand slashing to the left, the second one to his left side aimed at his head with his left hand slashing to the right, the young boy intercepted both attacks by simply jumping in the air and laying there between the two daggers as one was above him, and the other was below him, and in that very second he took hold of their clenched fists holding the daggers and directed them at the first one's left kidney, and the second one's to his right shoulder, as he took his place back between the two, while the second one screamed in pain, Dante shoved his hand down the bandit's throat taking hold of his Adam's apple and ripping it out, shoving it in the mouth of the first bandit, next thing was pulling the dagger from his left kidney only to stab his right kidney, leaving both to collapse and die a slow maybe a too fast  death, luckily the two were all biceps and triceps and no abdomen muscle a strange build indeed, a one that killed one of them, while the two collapsed painfully, a third one came, the third cute puppy, carrying two swords the man seemed experienced judging from his posture, but it would remain best to not overestimate a scumbag, and so they engaged in battle, and it was time to fight fire with fire or metal with metal, and so from under his shirt he would unsheathe two blades, or tantos.  As the man swung his right arm Dante parried with the tanto in his left hand, and stabbed the hand holding the sword with his right tanto, forcing the man to drop the blade from his hand, andonce again with the tanto in his left hand he'd stab the man's left eye, and with his right hand tanto cut his fingers forcing the man to drop his blade in the unharmed yet hand, and once again gracefully rotating striking his other eye, and dealing the last strike that was delivered to his neck cutting all around his neck an inch deep splattering blood as the man fell to the ground.

and so the dance would continue he would take the time and steal a glance at his partner it appears she was doing well, much more well, than he expected, the young male would continue focusing at his targets, well... Remaining target as only two were left to deal with, Dante's level was very low, but his fighting style was brutal, it's easy to die at his hands, it was far too easy indeed.
The young boy glared at the two with his gentle feint smile, today was not their lucky day, it was time to happily deliver them to hell, he for one was not even capable of 'knocking out' an opponent, which was the reason for his not participating in the exams, the chunin exams that is, he really knew not how to knock down an opponent aside from killing them he saw no way in stopping them aside from this way, maybe an advice from the wise sage, or so he nicknamed the tomboy across the bar knocking the hell out of these idiots, easily too.


WC: 1482

12Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Empty Re: Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:44 pm

Uzumaki Ilya

Uzumaki Ilya


D-rank
Surrounded by easily more than a dozen men, some having some useful handweapons like knives and daggers, but none of them wore armor. This was fun, exciting to be surrounded by so many men with grim expressions on their faces ranging from annoyance to pure hate. these expressions, those eyes filled with negative emotions aimed at the two people in the middle of their view, made Yomi laugh loud and completely without sanity.

Leaning a bit forward, the two bangs which should've framed her face, now blocked any view on her eyes, showing only the maddened grin she wore on her face, while her chakra started surging intensely, the black streams flowing around her body, while she slammed her hands together, forming a few hand signs, after which the streams of black chakra started to converge at her hands, forming themselves into two three feet long, black crystal swords.

"Now look what'cha have done now," Yomi laughed, throwing her head backwards, abruptly finishing her laughter with an insane smile on her face, while her eyes were completely strained, as if she was exhillerated and excited on a not so normal way, which she really was. "So you're all gonna fight a frail girl like me, what fun this is going to be."

Three rather muscular guys instantly launched at her, with the first one aiming his dagger towards her throat, the second one aiming to stab her abdomen from the right, with the third aiming to strike her chest from the left. With that insane grin on her face, she jumped up towards the one in front of her, launching her knee against his chin, resulting in the sound of teeth shattering or ripping through the man's own tongue, after which she turned, while throwing her body sideways, stretching her arms with the swords to stab the chest of the second man, while one her left foot landed square on the face of the third man who came from the right, all this while balancing on her right leg.

"Not bad," Yomi commented at the cold guy, when she saw him dispatch a bunch of his own adversaries. This was nothing but a brutal beatdown, but in a way it was also a competition between the two. "But look at this."

Swing her left foot upwards, she used one of her most brutal kicks, sending a guy straight upwards with her legs managing to achieve a perfect, vertical 180 degree angle on each other. While that guy was lifted in the air by the force of her kick, she dropped it down on the chest of another man who thaught he'd try to find her blindspot by chasing at her from behind the first man she kicked up. However with her foot against his chest, the man knew what was going to happen, as she used him as leverage, to lift herself up, slamming her other foot against his jaw and smashing him out of sight. Thorwing her two black blades upwards, she launched an uppercut against a third man's lower jaw, before giving him a knee against his gut from the side, litterally folding him double, after which an elbow to the neck finished his fight for now.

As the first man she kicked, hit the ground again, her swords followed even faster, grabbing them by the hilts, Yomi drove the blades deep into both man's shoulders, pinning him to the ground effectively, while looking if there were more people to be had, but as she had thought, the cold guy had done his work just as eagerly by all appearances.

"Do you guys have more we can play with?" The young Yamada woman asked calmly, while pulling her blades out of the man's shoulders, dissipating them into a small cloud of shimmering black dust, after which she grabbed the man's hair and pulled him up. "Do tell if there are some more people we can play with…"

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Crimson

Crimson


D-rank
Peacefully moving with grace and finesse to the beat of the song played by an old rusty phonograph, as his enraged enemies approached him with their murderous intent, Dante welcomed them peacefully and as  soundly as he could, they were close to following their 'brothers' than they thought, Dante dodged to the left avoiding a downward slash from an axe from the fourth one, and ducked when the fifth one aimed to pierce Dante in his stomach wanting to murder Dante, however their attempts were all nothing but futile effort, if they did call that effort that is, Dante would sweep the man who aimed to stab him by simple dashing his foot towards the man's weak legs, which required Dante no effort, their power was still far from that of a trained shinobi, and as the man fell on his back, Dante would throw the tanto from the end of its handle striking the ground bouncing off to the air, and with the man falling on his back towards it, as it was thrown behind him, it made up for a good pierce, continuing the line of attack Dante would cut the bandit's wrists, both of them, making up for a good slow death, not that he meant to cruelly torture the man, it was just one of his way in putting down an opponent, which is why, he never fought against anyone, only specific few saw his style, and it was ever so brutal.

The young uchiha was not brutal at heart, he just never knew how to 'knock out' and so he planned to ask the lady, however, focusing on the fight, which no one but the last bandit remained, his gentle eyes caressed the bandit, his red orbs glared at the man penetrating him with his deep glare, but soon, Dante was no longer in the man's vision, the ceiling, however, was. Dante rushed towards him as well but as soon as he was infront of him and away by centimeters, few centimeters, Dante pushed the man from his neck and placed his foot behind the man's foot, having him fall down, and standing one the man's two arms, his legs on top of them, he stabbed him from the eye to the brain, killing him, and pulled it back, and pulled his other tanto from the other bandit's back, ad he waved both  from his chest to waist brushing off the blood, letting the two blades' gleam slash their leaders vision as he sheathed both of them back under his jacket, Dante was incredibly good at hiding weapons, no one would've noticed he had any at all, but that's a tale for another day, what matters now is that the strongest looking one remained, their leader.

He let his partner take the lead, and follow whatever plan or whatever attack she commences.

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Uzumaki Ilya

Uzumaki Ilya


D-rank
Cracking her neck, looking around at the amount of knocked out and killed grunts, Yomi whistled loudly. It was quite a strange sight to see such a large variety of broad muscled men, scrawny knifepullers and shanky cutthroats laying down on the ground, hanging over broken chairs and tables or practically everywhere else except for a certain open circle in which Yomi and the cold guy were standing. The other guy was apparently even more psychotic than she was in her excitement and exhilaration, as he really did 'KILL' the mood, rather than 'knocking the lights out'. Maybe it could've been more fun to fight this guy, rather than those boring and weak guys scattered around the bar.

"Won't'cha look at that? We missed one," The young woman laughed, when a shadow loomed over the circle, with a man thrice the size of Yomi and Crimson combined, was standing in front of them cracking his knuckles. This man was obviously different, seeing as his muscles were more visible and he seemingly showed no single hint of fear or doubt, despite being surrounded by the bodies of his men.

As one of the men grabbed the leg of the big boss, the massive hulk of muscles grabbed the wounded and pleading man by the neck, snapping it like a twig with a simple twist of his fingers and a flick of his wrist. "If you want something done right, you do it yourself."

Agreeing with the man's words and not really intending to lose her excitement, Yomi started to burst out in a fit of laughter, a sinister and eerie sounding prelude to a hailstorm of pain, that was for sure. With a few hand seals, her lower legs and feet got layered with mud, rock and jagged, black crystals. "Let's see if you're any better at doing…well, anything."

Before the man could even lift a single finger, the Yamada woman showed the big guy exactly why she was not to be trifled with. With her hands stuck in the pockets of her pants, she nonchalantly crushed the guy's kneecap by simply kicking it, which resulted in a loud howl in agony coming from the man while he slumped through the leg, which had a rather disturbing looking backward angle and as the blood splurted out of his leg, Yomi's right leg went straight up, with her foot crashing against the man's lower jaw, the jagged crystals on her feet ripping open the skin, which made the man's tongue slump out in a bloody mess through a wrong hole behind his lower jaw.

Ferociously howling and grunting in pain, the big boss tried to get up, roaring like a wounded animal in the process. However, Yomi had already turned around, standing next to Crimson facing the opposite direction, while tapping the young man on the shoulder and grinning menacingly. "He's all yours…have fun, heh."

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Crimson

Crimson


D-rank
Dante felt his need to take this one with even more effort if he wanted to avoid losing time, and so with the forks on the table beside him he would aim at the lights, and blow the light out, thanking the night and the empty area, the place knew nothing of light, not anymore, Dante simple faded, he didn't have a stealth jutsu or anything of the sort, he however  was far more quiet not only in speaking and socializing than others, but in his steps, his walking technique, ever so quiet, not even the slightest bit of sound was made as a darker tune was played by the rusty old phonograph, the young boy was also incapable of seeing, but he still moved quietly memorizing the man's place he carried the small piece of glass and throw it in a way it would land behind the man, or behind where he once stood, and so it did, the man didn't hesitate in running back as he seemed to have moved, and strike it to pieces, his previous location that is.

And while the show played out, Dante ran quietly towards the man and struck him on his head with one of the tantos a false overestimation skulls were far more thicker than the piercing power of these two blades, but it didn't surprise him, had he not cared or was it that he planned to overshadow his true location, Dante's eyes would gleam as they tracked the man, and so the young man would stab the bandit on his private part with one of the blades, and with the other one he would,  cut  the vein on the left side of his neck, murdering him slowly.

Soon enough he went back to his seat as the clouds covering the moon wept away letting the moonlight glaze the darkened place, reflecting the sun's warmth in a cold stiff manner.


“Can you teach me how to fight...”
simple voice, he knew not how to fight, but only to kill, and his secret puppy face no jutsu, and adorable face that appears whenever he requests anything with nothing in return.


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