Upon a wooden tower sat Morrigi, attempting to relax and calm himself under the clear night sky. At this time of night he normally would be trying to sleep, and it would still be the case if not for his darker side acting up more fervently than usual the past couple of nights. He suspected that it had something to do with much more pristine nature all around him while he was out in the far boarder lands of the land of stone, but it was little more than a wild guess. Many of his clansmen lived calm lives with no civilization beyond their own little village for miles around, but having adjusted to the city life in Kumo took time so adjusting back seems to be taking some as well. Shrugging, he considered it might all just be in his head with the long mission wearing on him, but opted for the first just for person pride.

His meditations were going little better than usual; he could feel the life around him, but in vast waves that made little sense to him, and ever wave make him more and more tense. It's not like there was much else he could be doing instead though. He was on a mission to protect this town from a group of bandits that liked attacking regularly. Unfortunately there many groups that fit the bill that could attack the town in the area and if he was out trying to squash one while another attacked, well the mission was the protect, not dissemble. And with sleep out of reach tonight that left training; with the townsfolk sleeping that left meditation.

Taking another look back up at the sky to try and calm himself before he resumed in inward focus. He took in the near full moon with no cloud to block it out from sight. The multitude of stars that could only be seen outside major population hubs shined down upon the land with only the moon the outshine them. Taking another calming breath and shifting his sights down to the horizons; Several mountains blocked his vision not to far off in the distance, nothing else would be expected in the land of stone of course, but plenty of trees were to be found in these edge lands to shroud the ground near by. The pine needles in this region would provide good cover for the countless bandits regardless of season. If not for the nearby river and tillable soil in the surrounding canyons. Lacking night vision or other sensory jutsu finding the farmsteads were beyond his ability in the night, possibly beyond his in the day as well as he had not noticed any when he arrived in the afternoon when the sun was still shining. 

Closing his eyes to the world around him, both physical and other wise, he took a deep breath and toss a sugar dumpling into his mouth. A few moments of savoring the sweet sugar as it dissolves in his mouth before reaching back out into the wider world seeking the near by chi lines. With the first exhale of breath came a wave of power that hit like he was sitting under one of the waterfalls in the land of fire. The next breath in had already seen him accustom to the sheer amount of energy washing over him, gliding in the wave much like a fish swimming through a river; he tried making as little of an impact as possible on the waves around him so that in turn minimal impact would be returned to him. Already the muscles all along his form arm rapidly flexed and relaxed creating a pulsating effect, with additional body parts trying to mimic the pulse. Quickly his meditations change from what most would consider meditation into a battle of will inside him to hang onto control, sanity and his very body. 

It's said that nature chakra, the kind that exists all through out the world in the trees and the rivers, is dangerous to humans without training; those with training are called sages, or in the Jugo clan's case: cursed. To much of this chakra would cause humans to petrify, a small blessing when compared to what what happens to his clan mates, himself included, when they tried to handle to much, like when he was meditating. Already he felt small patches of his skin on his back simmer on his back as it turned into the now familiar grey inhuman flesh that characterized his transformations. With the change of his outside so too did the primal urge to destroy bubble up from deep inside him. The only thing he could do was shove it back down above all else, ignoring the world and waves around him again, and even letting his body do as it willed. After a few moments of utter stillness externally and what seemed like hours of battling a wolf trying to go straight for the neck the entire time he finally opened his own eyes to the world around him.

Detecting faint movement at the far reaches of his vision, he spied a thing near skeletal man in cloths that had seen more days of wear than it deserved. Whether his cloths were intentionally a dull tan to conceal him, or just the constant wear had turn them that was questionable, but the bandanna he used as a mask looks like a recent acquisition and was in the best shape of anything about the man himself included. Standing up from his cross legged position brought a bout creaking from the wooden structure and his own stiff knees in protest of the sudden load shift. Looking over the man once again just to make sure it wasn't a villager coming back home late, it was quickly obvious he was not; sulking around the edge of the light trying to remain unseen and doing a poor job of that. Stepping over the railing with only minimal sound to alert his target, he again hoped the man was one of the bandits he was sent to deal with otherwise he would get quiet the scolding in the morning.

Launching off the tower at the man finally produced enough sound for to alert the man, but his reaction was simply to slow to evade an attack that he never expected to come from above. Landing on the man fist first directly on his startled face make a muffled clap followed immediately by a low grunt as the full weight of the mountain of a man was applied to the poor bandit. Something about the widening eyes of a soon to be blooded man sated Morrigi deep down inside, the beast seemed less out for blood and now just simply pleased to continue the current course. If the man was capable of seeing his assailant's eyes a small comfort would given that instead of nearly pure black, white had begun to return to the outer rim of his eyes. 

Appraising the barely conscious man as he rocked back and forth on the ground clutching his nose, Morrigi felt confident that he wasn't a villager as he bore no resemblance to any family that had shown up to greet him. With a smile at the successful repelling of the initial bandit attack he delivered a swift kick to the back of the prone figures head rendering him silent. Thinking back to the town square where to put his prisoner, he decided that right there on the ground was a perfect place for the time being when presumably his comrade let out a loud yell and charged. Looking at the wild charge, he only chuckled a bit; only a little less scrawny than the first man and bearing a Kunai. Grabbing the body at his feet by the collar to fling at the charging man proved to be easy to do, his own muscles were more than sufficient to lift the limp body single handed and lob at the oncoming bandit. 

Catching the fellow bandit proved to be a bad choice all around, not only was the charge stopped in it's tracks from the change of momentum, but in actually catching the poor man the kunai was stabbed into his back. A few steps later carried Morrigi to his second sucker punch of the night, again straight to the face, this time a wet sound emanated from the man's face with droplets of blood already flowing freely from his nose. The force of the blow was so much so that the recipient skidded backwards leaving the now bleeding body behind to fall back to the ground. Taking up his fighting stance he mentally prepared himself for a brawl, and easy one right now but it would be more complicated if he became outnumbered, with the man's yell it was obvious where they both were at.

1483 WC

Hearing the sound of breaking twigs rushed steps coming from the distance, Morrigi decided to escalate the combat to put an end quickly. Summoning up a burst of his own rage from deep inside, he channeled it into is right palm and let the chakra sit and wait for the perfect time. Even with out trigging the jutsu he could feel his arm warming up and the moments of his right sight become more abrupt. He didn't have the affinity with Raiton that he did with Doton, but both were still his elements and in this case Raiton was more suited to a quick finish. Bouncing a few inches into the air with a springing from his toes, he launched into action as soon as he landed. Aiming his third sucker punch of the night to the man's face again, rightfully it only grazed his cheek as the man stumbled to the side. The expected counter attack, the bloody kunai jabbed wildly , came at him after a step to stabilize and a turn to try again, he meet in turn with a open handed palm strike to the offending wrist so violently that a loud pop echoed forth from it as the weapon dropped to the floor.

The screams the man spit forth didn't sit well with Morrigi, they greatly agitated him infact. Not for the sound itself, that he payed no mind to, but rather deep inside him hunger began to bubble up again. The part it came from was not his own psych but that of the beast, and at this point in the night the constant desires from it were getting very tiresome. Bearing his teeth and stepping close into wounded man's personal space to deliver a powerful pointed finger jab right under the rib cage. The poor man was to busy nursing the new wound to get out of the way; to made matter worse for him the build up chakra build up in the hand finally ignited in a crackling display with small strands of lightning connecting the leading fingers to the target. With the extra power of the jutsu propelling it, Morrigi's fingers punched through the skin, past the layer of muscle underneath and just barely into the liver and pushing the air out of the lungs.

Pulling out his fingers out of the wound, now coated in blood he muttered his first words in hours: "Stop your screaming and just die already." Pushing the stunned man backwards into a fall so that he could figure out how to stop the bleeding coming from the inch wide clash that was already spilling forth blood, Morrigi turned to face the new threats he heard earlier. Flicking his dual coated hand towards the grass to remove some of the blood, the Raiton quickly started to boil the thin coat remaining into black flakes. 

1483+477=1960 WC

160/170 Chakra:

Breathing deep, Morrigi flushed his lungs of any stale air during the break. Several breaths and a bit of focus drained a bit of the adrenaline rushing in his veins and start the recovery of his muscles. The groans of the bleeding but conscious man that he just dropped still rose from his lips as he tried to cover the opening to mild effect. " Don't worry the pain will end soon." was the only comfort he offered before stomping on his skull to push him into unconsciousness. 

Stopping to look around the Forrest from the ground instead of above from the town. The trees were spread out enough that walking around wouldn't be inhibited, but still dense enough that beyond 50 meters the trees blocked vision even during the day. At night the only thing that could be clearly seen was the wall a bit away with its torches, and the area near Morrigi's glowing hand as the raiton chakra continue to emit in bursts and starts. Debating on whether to flush all the chakra from his hand or not so as to conceal his position but leave himself down a weapon. Ultimately the finishing power it offered combined with the proximity the approaching sounds convinced him that shunting the light would do little good. Taking a few steps away from the latest fallen, he took up a modified stance with his right glowing hand outstretched and flat and left first closer to the body ready to strike.

The respite from the fighting lasted only a few seconds longer until a couple of figures appeared in the edge of the flick light he cast. They hesitated muttered quietly back and forth a few times to low to be ease dropped on. To hurry matters on Morrigi issued a taunt " Are we going to get this over with, or do I have to finish these two?" Preferably they would charge so that they could be handled from the front instead of being flanked when he attacked.

The two bandits did advance upon him, but not at a fast pace, each step measured to carry them on opposite sides of him. Snarling at this unfortunate tactic Morrigi just bide his time for the right position and appraised the two when ever the light revealed them. The two looked similar enough in the light; a good deal smaller than his own intimidating frame. Each had tan work pants and shirt much like the first two, but in far better condition with minimal dirt stains. Both's bandanna concealing their faces matched the first two in quality and care. Given their similarity to each other he dubbed the one circling to his right thing one, and the other to his left thing two.

As thing one stepped behind a tree to stay out of reach while getting into a flanking position, he lunged to his left straight at thing two's heart as part of an elaborate ruse. Even before the first step he was already gathering the natural energy around him and channeling it into his chest. For his troubles for his Raiton stab he got a Kunai to the fingers with only the chakra to deflect the blade from biting his flesh. Still sliding though skin and flesh on two's arm was some reward for a feint.

Hearing the sound of rushed foot steps from thing one behind him proved his assessment correct; a baited attack before they were ready would push them into action before they were ready. Taking a quick mental picture of his surroundings he expelled the power form his hand in a single crackle of light and pushed thought chest all the rage and destruction he felt within himself. The flesh on his chest had already been more than primed at this point and this acted as a catalyst for the transformation. Forming a several rings of shrinking size made from hardened flesh directly in the middle of his chest growing over and through his cloths, pointed near thing two's center mass. Even before it fully formed a glow formed in the fist sized inner hollow of the rings that rapidly turned into a powerful wave of energy launching outward; the hardened flesh now visibly grey in the light directed all the force in a single direction launching Morrigi into a surprise elbow strike at sound behind him. Thing two's left handed punch nearly connected with exposed neck before the wave of force reached the man's own chest and sent him sprawling to the ground.

With his back to his target and the only light coming from his own chest he could be certain that his aim was correct until he felt the solid connection just below the tip of his elbow and a small triangular structure attached to a slightly curved backing surface. This sent a spin into his backwards launch and the only choice left was to cut the thrust before it's full potential was shown. Skidding to a stop after three and a half rotations closer to a tree's root system than was comfortable Morrigi took a new look at the scene before him.

1960 + 857 = 2817

150/170 chakra, Berserk 2/10: