As Aya darted towards her opponent, she was surprised to see a staff flip out from it holster, and within it, chakra began to swell, a nature which she recognized, fuuton, in the form of a small tornado stretched out like the phantasmal arm of god to smash her out of the air with enough force to crush a concrete structure. With Very little time, Aya bought her legs to her chest, and with a single thust of hyouton chakra, she changed the direction of her movement, vaulting upward and over Strafe to land on the ground as opposed to the tree. Standing there she rose, and continued the series of attacks as had been pre transcribed. Her body began to steam lightly as the hyouton chakra imbalance at its lightest form ran through her body, like a light chill, though Aya knew it was just the beginning of so much more... She had not even noticed the Demonic ice Venom running over her skin in a subtle aura of cold which began to freeze the ground at her feet outwards slowly in tendrils of creeping ice which spread in outstretching fractals for more dominance and presence over the land that it was being beset upon. Aya was not about to submit to her opponent, so still, she followed through with drawing the two legendary swords, while simultaneously Momaru it seemed had decided to become a part of the fight, fighting on behalf of his master, Aya could not help but snicker, though the Lion was large, and imposing, she was no mere jounin which would have issues with combatting the powerful combat trained pet of another Aisu. And so when Aya threw the Raijin sword, Momaru roared, knocking the sword off its course and the came for Aya, though, without missing a beat, having leaned forward to hurl the blade at all her strength, something incredible happened.
As Aya rose, there was a very subtle flow of fuuton chakra to her hand, not able to be seen by the naked eye as Aya rose her wrist to the sonic blast which was fired from the proud beast. And simply, with a flicker of her own chakra, casting the blast aside as if it were nothing but a trifle... the onlooking ninja would not even think that Aya used a technique as the sonic roar was deflected by Ayakashi's bare hand, sending the roar cascading into a nearby tree, ripping it in two with relative ease... Aya looked up at the two of them as they parted, the breaking of the fuuton technique caused her coat to billow with the wind force chaotically. Her one good eye tracking Momaru as she paid no heed of strafe for the mean time, but still continued to listen and use her other sense to ascertain what he was up to... Stepping forward, Aya left an ice sculpture of herself in place where she once was, a little trick that she knew, but nothing more, the perfect statue was three times as heavy as herself and made from a B rank technique, making it hard to break through strength alone in the mean time, until the chakra faded from it, which would leave the figure little more than its weight in natural ice. From this point Aya could see either of them, the words of Strafe lingered in Aya's ears, as she could not bring herself to compute that there could be another person suffering as much as she could be. Strafe had suffered, he had almost lost his friend and companion, he had lost his teacher, he saved one of his friends... But in Aya's mind, in her current state, they came across as poultry sacrifices, short term, almost selfish to be bringing up, and offensive to her ears to comprehend. But when it came to him mentioning the life of his lion... Aya had to interject
"I ALMOST DIED IN THAT WAR! I didn't see you reviving me!!! I helped rebuild homes and lives with my bare hands after Hao AND Gan Ning, I've murdered, and put aside EVERYTHING I AM to run this country. I've had to become heartless, and cruel to make the choices that no body else could stomach... 'no more prisoners' remember? Does that SOUND LIKE ME!? Did you think I ENJOYED, MURDERING dozens of people with a wave of my hand!? There is so much blood on my hands Strafe, I don't think you could ever understand. First it was the Serial killer of the Graveyeard, then it was the schichiouza... then it was Gan Ning... and now even the Daimyo is baying for the blood of this country... Every life, that has been taking in six years i can feel their lives resting on my shoulders...
AND WHERE WERE YOU!?"Solstice had, had enough for the moment, coiling more chakra into her hand than she thought she would have to in this fight as her two opponents circled her about 15 meters away, her fist shone as bright blue as the moon as she crashed it to the ground, creating a wave like explosion of hyouton chakra which spread outwards, turning the tropical landscape into little more than a tundra with the S rank power of her fist of the Yukki Oni. But Aya was Certain Strafe would be able to avoid it, the visual cue, as well as him having seen the technique before, would be more than enough for him to jump the ten meters it would take him to be out of range of the technique before it hit him, freezing even an Aisu clan member to the bone. After the attack, Aya dashed in with the sword of Kusanagi Aiming a slash for Strafe's side, not fearing Momaru, aiming her blow for the staff strafe was holding, using her strength as a tool to overpower him and send Strafe flying back into a tree with the force of her one handed blow. Should she be successful, she would grimace at the fact that his weapon was able to maintain itself after taking a direct blow from the Kusanagi with little more than the tiniest of notches into its steel, while any other weapon would have found itself cut in two instantly. Raising Aya's foot to step inwards, she was about to move in for the kill when something caught her senses. The fight had calmed down to the point that she was able to think a little clearer if she had managed to land her blow, as well as expending her energy in one of her more powerful techniques calmed the Hyouton imbalance in her body, expelling the excess energy...
~Panting~
Enter Zhao Yun!~ - Zhao Yun:
General Information:
Name: Zhao Yun
Alias: The Spear of Heaven // The Red Thunder
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: A Sexual
Birthplace: Across the Sea
Physical Appearance:
Age Appears: 30
Clan: N/A
Rank: SS
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 84kg
Physique: Lean, slender and flexible, Zhao is built for speed far more than that of strength, given titles alone for his speed. Notably has the Agile, Reflexes, Frail and Pharmacaphobia Special characteristics.
Hair: Long brown hair tied back in a ponytail with a mid length fringe which can fall just past his eyes.
Eyes: Deep brown - black eyes which seem dimmer in the heat of the day, though at night, not underneath the direct sunlight, the deep brown hidden to his eyes can be seen under pale light. Though his eyes seem foreign, he does not look like a ninja from this land
Skin: Fair, and covering his body, though not pallid. His skin and physique appear to almost be royal.
Scars: Far fewer battle scars cross his body than one would expect, he seems to do very well in battle, and is seldomly wounded by his targets.
Other: N/A
Abilities:
Techniques: Zhao knows a plethora of lightning and fire ninjutsu and bukijutsu techniques between B and A rank, though many of them are basic energy manipulation or weapon auras. His B rank Techniques are able to deal 3rd degree burns and tissue damage, while his A ranks are able to deal heavy third and light 4th degree on direct impact. Zhao bares A single S rank technique which gives him Jade fire wings which have the same effect as his spears flame, as well as giving him the ability to fly at his speed and block one S rank technique and 2 of A rank.
Elements: Katon (SS) // Raiton (A)
Specializations: Bukijutsu (SS) // Ninjutsu (A)
Strength: B-3
Endurance: B-3
Speed: SS
Reaction Time: SS
Perception: A-3
Equipment:
Jade Dragon: A potent weighted SS rank spear which is able to pierce through any opponent. The spear at its full length is 6' tall within which it bares a one foot bladed jade tip which, when enhanced with 30 chakra, and 20 per turn, creates a green flame which sticks to what the jade touches which cannot be extinguished by techniques for 6 turns, dealing second degree burns on contact, increasing by 1 degree of tissue damage per turn. (Fire that spreads from the green flame is normal flame and spreads at a rate of 1m per post dealing 1 degree of tissue damage per turn the ninja is exposed to it.)
Throwing Daggers: A set of 20 1/2 foot long throwing daggers, all B rank and able to cut 2" deep into an opponent.
Modus Operandi: Zhao is supremely loyal and religious, almost worshiping the cause he works for and a person whom he calls 'The Emperor.' He is solemn, and loves conflict although he has a fiery temperament. Often cocky, though highly tactful when pushed to be, he is not a warrior to be overlooked or thought of as anything other than a brilliant assassin. Though, unlike the other Assassins of the Daimyo, he seems to relish, and know about the formula which is administered to him often, loving the feeling of painlessness and making him feel invulnerable and godlike.
"
It's such a shame that you decided to bring the Daimyo into this fight, for a moment I thought i was just able to standby and wait for a winner to be determined, then pick them off, hopefully one of you would kill the other, but, it seems that I'm not able to do that, now, am i...?"
A voice spoke out of the darkness, as a man in red stepped out, behind him was a beautifully crafted winged spear with a jade tip which glistened with baleful malachite fire, crackling and popping as it devoured the air around it, sucking it into to its infernal vacuum. The man in red wore foreign silks, and under an iron plated Chinese shade his eyes seemed to be dead, and lifeless, without any meaningful colour other than blacks and deep greys. Zhao smiled like the devil as he stared down the two, though he was not the strongest of the Assassins, he was however one of the most lethal. With the spear of heaven at his side he was unstoppable. His stride out from the shadows forewarned a deep confidence as he began to trail the tip of the spear behind him along the ice of Aya's technique, leaving a long lick of green fire which began to spread its more normal orange counterpart quickly even across the demonic Hyouton which covered the surface of the earth around them. Zhao had his eyes locked on Aya, moving his gaze only to accommodate Strafe, and then Momaru, snickering a little at the pet. His eyes moving to take in the tree which had been torn in two by its roar technique earlier. Aya seemed to be somewhat stunned by his appearance, not saying a word to defend herself, though Zhao did not mind, he was simply happy to be here, delivering the judgement of the sleeping dragon
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I thought the whole point of having a Lion was that its bite was better than its bark..? But, I don't suppose you're just going to kneel and let me kill you, are you?"
Aya looked back at strafe...
"Strafe, there was never any chance that I was not going to let you come back, but, you're going to need to prove your loyalty to me again... I've fought this guy once before, but, that weapon is strange to me... he didn't have it before... so, be careful, it looks powerfu~ "Zhao smiled like a shark as she spoke, but didn't let her finish, a burst of chakra enhanced speed threw himself at Aya with a powerful stab, aiming it for her chest. Raising Kusanagi to block the green fire caught on the blade, spreading the orange fire around it rapidly, threatening to overcome the blade as Aya was pushed back by the force of his thrust, grinding backwards before her foot caught on a root, sinking in her stance as she grunted, holding Zhao there for a moment and waiting for Strafe's actions.