Kizmaru entered the arena once more for another battle in the chuunin arena. It wasn't an official match since he had already gotten his promotion but one with a Jounin from another village. This excited him a bit as he always wanted wondered how shinobi from other villages fought. He was told he could have the arena of choice and chose this one where where was a plethora of weapons spread out. A circular arena with a myriad of weapons strewn throughout a fifty meter diameter arena. This was his ideal arena since he didn't really have much as to go on offensively previously, though his Taijutsu alone was quite formidable during a couple of rounds. Either way, Kizmaru walked towards the center of the ring scrounging up any weapon he view as decent or easy to use. He was proficient with spears and axes so he took picked up a great axe to compliment what he was good at. Along the way, he had picked up five kunai and three shuriken, adding them to the ones he had already brought in with him for the battle. Equipping and readying the great axe he found, Kizmaru looked around once more to see if he could find anything else that may be of use to him in the near future. He spotted a few choice weapons in case the axe wasn't working out for him or broke in the midst of battle. Keeping the weapons in mind, he had focused his attention on his would be opponent whenever they would make their appearance.

W.C: 265

Watching his opponent walk into the arena, Kizmaru gripped his great axe tighter. This was the only time he would get to carefully observe him. There didn't see to be anything special about him at first glance, no modifications, no weapons in hand, nothing that indicated he had used any jutsu thus far. It didn't seem like he have any interest in the weapons currently in the arena either. Most likely means, he had a hefty sum of jutsu in his arsenal which unfortunately puts Kizmaru in a disadvantage. No matter. He'd just do what he can with what he was currently given and make do. When the opponent got into his position, he had told Kizmaru, he was allowed to make the first move. Of course, this was a trap if Kizmaru ever saw one and decided he'd play it cautious. He was roughly twelve meters away from Kizmaru which was what he considered to be safe enough for long ranged attacks. Resting the axe over his left shoulder, Kizmaru reached into his pouch where he kept his projectiles, grabbing two shuriken and letting them loose in his opponent's direction. He didn't expect much from throwing those shurken but it would at least provide him with a bit of cover.

Immediately after throwing them, he'd closely follow behind them, moving a moderate pace of up to eleven meters. He was closer now, only a meter away but he wasn't ready to attack just yet. Instead, he would wait to see what his opponent would do and try to counteract it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to take the frontal assault quite just yet so he would have to be on guard and wait for the perfect chance. He also assumed that his opponent was stronger and faster than he, himself was and couldn't risk doing anything so brazen.

W.C: 320

T.W.C: 585

Kizmaru watched as the man effortlessly caught the shuriken. "No surprise there", Kizmaru thought to himself. He could have sworn he heard the man say something but he paid no mind to it as he was in a fight and he needed all the focus he could muster against somebody with a clear advantage over him.  Continuing to watch the man, he witnessed him begin to crush the shuriken he had thrown, between his fingers. Amusing, Kizmaru had thought to himself. So this is a Jounin from a different village, eh? Now, the Jounin had something very peculiar to say. The best the hidden stone village has to offer? Far from it. After all he was a fresh Chuunin and was still growing. While his opponent continued to talk, Kizmaru had an idea. He dropped the axe he was holding and hopped back a meter. He figured if the man had caught him with strength like that, he'd stand no chance. He still wasn't ready to use any of the offensive jutsu he currently possessed, since he only had three. Instead, he would enter his taijutsu stance and close in on his opponent.

Kizmaru's stance was a very basic one, consisting of two open palms and bent knees signifying his preferred method of hand-to-hand was grappling. He had no choice now but to go in for close combat. At this point, Kizmaru hadn't heard what the man had said since he was somewhat worried about how to approach. He had heard bits and pieces about the first attack sets the pace but at the same time, thought back to his battle with Teiho how recklessly attacking first would cause him to fall into a continuous loop of misfortune. Most of the opponent's he's fought so far were mainly defensive up until this point and Kizmaru had figured this one was the same. Traveling the two meter distance, Kizmaru outstretched his right arm and latched onto his opponent's collar, simultaneously grabbing onto their right wrist and holding it onto it to restrict its movement.

Kizmaru then rotated his waist counter, shifting his right leg behind his opponent's own right and pulled him towards the ground. For some reason, the man had his eyes covered but Kizmaru paid no mind to that since he assumed he had other ways of tracking him. Continuing the assault, Kizmaru would let go before his opponent hit the ground, following up with a swift punch to the abdomen when his opponent hit the floor.  

W.C: 428

T.W.C: 1013

The situation was becoming dire. In a fell swoop, Kizmaru was struck at a specific part of his chest which promptly caused him to fall to the ground, taking a knee, lowering his head and clutching his shirt where he had been struck. izmaru wasn't ready for the power that came from his opponent's strike but now his body had acclimated. He was positive this wasn't his full strength but as long as he struck him with half-hearted attacks like this, he should be able to endure for a couple of minutes. Kizmaru hadn't known this but, collapsing onto the floor allowed him to narrowly avoid the incoming back kick that was thrown. Kizmaru had only looked up, gritting his teeth from the sharp pain he had felt recently to catch a glimpse of it passing over his head. Still, if he acted now, maybe he could get a shot in. Quickly, aligning his left shoulder with the leg his opponent used to perform the back kick, while his opponent was off balanced, pushing up off the ground while performing one-handed seals of Snake, Ram, Monkey, Boar, Horse and Tiger with his right hand.

Curling then clasping his left arm around the opponent's leg between his shoulder, neck and left bicep, Kizmaru had inhaled before blowing out a stream of flames from the chakra he had kneaded in his body in the direction of the his opponent. Hopefully, this would would grant him enough time to hold his opponent in place, even for a mere second, and deal a solid blow to him. Kizmaru thought it was an interesting choice to perform a back kick so close to each other despite practically being a few centimeters away. Either way, he was glad that he was given an opportunity to retaliate like this and he wasn't about to squander it now.

Chakra 305/315:

W.C: 318

T.W.C: 1331