1 [PLOT/ CLOSED] The Mizukage's Stand Thu Dec 12, 2013 5:14 am
Ayakashi
S-rank
She looked over the war-scape and found what she saw more than disturbing, she saw the lives of her people gather and in desperation attempt to fight a monster that she felt responsible for unleashing on the world, should she have accepted his maniacal gratitude, respected him as a warrior, used him as an asset like the Mizukage before her? Or would that make her no better than seven bells herself? So many questions and moral conflicts were running through the fibres of her mind, twisting around each other like a spiders web of inner turmoil and confusion. There was little she could do now that the die had been cast and the stage was set for the up and coming battle... But there was something that she was able to do for her country...
Attack!
Solstice picked herself up from the ground, and with the power of her mind, she fought through the agonising pain which would cripple a lesser ninja, sitting to the side of her generals' chair, she looked sternly and dropped her mask, so that no-one could see the pain in her eyes. She had done an amazing job at hiding her wounds, but, they had almost paralysed her. She was moving on muscle memory alone, forcing each of her muscles with strict focus and willpower to move in the directions she wanted them to, each and every move from her core jarred her breathing, and brought sweat to her brow almost instantly. But the Mizukage needed to be the pillar of strength for her village, she had no choice in this, she needed to lead from the front-lines, only that way would the morale of the nation back her.
She needed to be the leader the people needed...
Picking herself up, she took the twin swords which she had claimed for herself as a temporary prize, for her use in this battle and placed her armour over her cloak, pulling her hood up and loading her quiver with arrows, finely catered to her personal bowman-ship. Death at this point was not an option, and the people needed to know that she would have their backs, as well as them having hers. Standing, the pain shot through her body like lightning. Painful enough to have made any other ninja buckle and fall, but the Mizukage tensed hard, and made firm every muscle in her body, exhaling a single, forced, shaky breath. It was time to move. Taking her combi-weapon, she took to the fleet out of the tent with nothing but the silent on-looks of the medical ninja who had been attempting to treat her condition, they knew how bad she was, but they also knew of her determination, knowing that she was unlike any other ninja in the world, and that she would be the one to pull them from this chaos. If no-one else.
Taking to the fleet, her goal was nothing more or less than to cut a swathe through her enemy and reach the chambers of the leader. This was a moment for the skill and power of the Mizukage to shine, many of the forces of seven bells were little more than B-A rank ninja, falling two ranks lower than her speed, and three ranks lower than her strength, even wounded her body was not weakened. Aya had finely honed her body and mind to be able to withstand and break through such physical barriers, both as a sage and as a warrior and martial artist. Her mind was a fortress, with its gates barred and guarded from things so meagre as pain and distraction.
And so through the mist she became a bullet, cutting through the world, she was to be the sword of Kirigakure no Sato in this war, and she would be the one to cut down all who stood in her path, drawing her Bo staff, she span it to one side of herself like a helicopter blade, pushing through the calm trees of Kirigakure troop territory, and into the bowles of the chaos, she put the tip of the weapon to the ground and vaulted with all of her might, meters into the air, landing within the formation of the enemy troops, within a moment, the weapon revealed a blade from the tip of the staff, becoming Naganata and spinning around herself once, cutting through the soft skin and fragile human bone of the enemy soldiers, felling them at once before whipping the staff to a side, locking the blade down to one side, and cementing the scythe blade into place.
Precision...
That was what it meant to be a warrior, taking off once again before the dust or the screams of the men she had cut down had settled, she burst through the ranks of the fight once again. Traversing her weapon from side to side as if she were riding some form of cavalry. eliminating the legs and arms of few of the soldiers who were in her striking range, but it was not long before the realised the threat of the human cannonball which was tearing toward them foot-ball fields per second. Firing the volley of one of their deadly siege weapons, the 2m long projectiles which could tear through stone walls threatened to impale the Mizukage through, though, without so much as a wink, Aya folded to the ground, falling backward and sliding, knees forward and lying flat back on the ground, flat as a board... the lowest of the siege bolts passing no more than ten centimetres over her, close enough to feel the wind force, and have Aya back on her feet, and at the engine before the men had a chance to react.
Grace...
Standing above and atop the siege weapon, she changed her weapon to its curved blade, the men who stood around it quickly abandoned their positions and took to the heel. Leaping backwards from her perch, Aya came down on the machine with her blade, cutting through it like its weight in bamboo and parting the mechanical killing machine in two, which would leave a small door for others to be able to follow suit. Such was war, the smallest breach in a defensive position could cost the position entirely. A weakness, a crack, able to be exploited until it becomes a fissure, before threatening the entire structure of their defence. Such was the Mizukage's hopes, but she had a bigger opponent to worry about.
coming to a bridge at the front of the manor, Aya began to bolt across its lengths, gripping her fuma shuriken to her back, and staring down one of the Siege engines as it prepared to fire. Throwing all of her weight, speed, and strength into a single spin, Aya threw her leg back and sent her Demon Windmill Shuriken hurtling toward the enemy position, with such force, the ground beneath it cut before ever the blades manage to scratch its surface. Solstice followed closely behind it, until moments before the weapon was able to fire, there was an explosion of blood and gore as one of the soldiers who were operating the firing mechanism seemed to detonate on impact with Aya's weapon, ripping through him like a coloured water balloon and stalling the activation of the weapon for the crucial second it took for Aya to already be behind the operators...
Strength...
A solid, full forced punch was what met the first of the remaining soldiers which stood guard of the gates to the expansive building which stood before her, the man, taking the force of the open palmed strike to the chest, and hurtling into the rock face of the manor's wall, a small blood splatter expanding from where his head met the granite... Planting her hand on the weapon, Aya turned, kicking herself from the ground to pivot horizontally in mid air, throwing a kick to the chest of one of the other two men, sending him back, colliding with the other in such a manner they both flew from their footing and off the side of the bridge. They, would more than likely survive their fall, but they were out of her way, out of the way of the people who needed to cross here, so, with a nip of her blade, she cut the string of the siege bow, to ensure its disuse, before continuing to the building which housed her target.
These are what it took to be a Kage...
Storming the front gates would be dramatic, but, they were more than likely well guarded, and Aya was trying her best to conserve chakra for when she would need it against her opponent. It was already agonising enough to move and she could not afford any more disadvantages than she already had. But she was almost in place... soon she would be able to find the location of the person she was looking for, her target, the man who had caused all of this to happen in the first place... would die by her hand and her hand alone...
Looking up the wall to a third story window frame, she nodded to herself, knowing that would be her target. Taking to a run, and without even using supernatural walking, she took to the side of the wall, leaping before impact and planting a foot to the side of the building, pressing upward with all of her might as her body moved closer and closer to the wall before jumping just high enough to grip the sill with her outstretched hand. Strength enough to lift her full weight with but a single finger flowed through all five within her gauntleted hand, curling her grip and hurling her upwards towards so that her feet met where her hands once were... She would only have one chance for this jump.
Kicking off the sill, which crumbled beneath her the black figure of the Mizukage in full gear launched skywards like a dragoon and landed dramatically crouched on the rooftop, meeting each of the guards up here armed with longbows... Scrambling they surrounded her, and Aya flicked the reset on her weapon, causing the blade to retract and the pole to expand once again, forming her staff, but with a subtle difference. One twist and the string along its length became unclipped, forming her bow placed on the ground before her. But her enemies knocked their first volley, taking aim against the intruder, their eyes locking onto their target like trained hawks before they finally let fly.
Running forward a few meters in the gap of a sixtyith of a second, she jumped, corkscrew flipping through the mesh of arrows as they crossed over through the middle, landing and letting out a round house kick for the arrow which lagged behind her, spinning and catching the side of the wooden shaft, spinning it off course and toward one of the men which had fired the shots to begin with, the arrows tail re straightening the arrow in flight like a dart before connecting tip first with his neck, and throwing him from the roof of the building...
Each of the men which stood before her now readied their second shots, but from here it was too late. By the time their arrows knocked, Aya's arrows were already in flight, her superior middle eastern archery style allowed her to hang at least ten arrows in flight before the first one landed its target, allowing maximum fire potential, without the sacrificing of accuracy. The archers keeled over, stung in vital arteries which would kill them as an accumulate in less than a minute without access to supernatural healing capabilities. Which by now were more than spent on people on the front. Leaving Aya to move freely and retrieve her arrows from her marks, all the while calling to the twins for a location on the room which they would assume Seven Bells to be within.
Though the grandmaster ninja wore ANBU armour which masked his chakra, there was a throne room within this miniature estate castle block. And Aya had thought it the perfect place for an egocentric, sociopathic lunatic to be holed up in. Taking a leap down, aiming for the stained glass of the window she took hold of the awning overhanging the design and with an explosion of glass and shrapnel, Aya catapulted down toward the centre of the room, landing on one knee and turning to scan the entire room for opponents. There was no way a man like him would be able to resist the chance to cut the head off the army of Kirigakure here and now, such an opportunity was too tempting for any man, yet alone a madman.
"SEVEN BELLS! It's time for you to show me just how weak I really am...! We both know you want my head on a pike, so, come an claim it... If you can..."
She taunted, looking over the blasted hidden forbidden holy ground. It was time to play the requiem for one of these leaders, for better or for worse. There was only one way out of this room, and that was with the wind.
Attack!
Solstice picked herself up from the ground, and with the power of her mind, she fought through the agonising pain which would cripple a lesser ninja, sitting to the side of her generals' chair, she looked sternly and dropped her mask, so that no-one could see the pain in her eyes. She had done an amazing job at hiding her wounds, but, they had almost paralysed her. She was moving on muscle memory alone, forcing each of her muscles with strict focus and willpower to move in the directions she wanted them to, each and every move from her core jarred her breathing, and brought sweat to her brow almost instantly. But the Mizukage needed to be the pillar of strength for her village, she had no choice in this, she needed to lead from the front-lines, only that way would the morale of the nation back her.
She needed to be the leader the people needed...
Picking herself up, she took the twin swords which she had claimed for herself as a temporary prize, for her use in this battle and placed her armour over her cloak, pulling her hood up and loading her quiver with arrows, finely catered to her personal bowman-ship. Death at this point was not an option, and the people needed to know that she would have their backs, as well as them having hers. Standing, the pain shot through her body like lightning. Painful enough to have made any other ninja buckle and fall, but the Mizukage tensed hard, and made firm every muscle in her body, exhaling a single, forced, shaky breath. It was time to move. Taking her combi-weapon, she took to the fleet out of the tent with nothing but the silent on-looks of the medical ninja who had been attempting to treat her condition, they knew how bad she was, but they also knew of her determination, knowing that she was unlike any other ninja in the world, and that she would be the one to pull them from this chaos. If no-one else.
Taking to the fleet, her goal was nothing more or less than to cut a swathe through her enemy and reach the chambers of the leader. This was a moment for the skill and power of the Mizukage to shine, many of the forces of seven bells were little more than B-A rank ninja, falling two ranks lower than her speed, and three ranks lower than her strength, even wounded her body was not weakened. Aya had finely honed her body and mind to be able to withstand and break through such physical barriers, both as a sage and as a warrior and martial artist. Her mind was a fortress, with its gates barred and guarded from things so meagre as pain and distraction.
And so through the mist she became a bullet, cutting through the world, she was to be the sword of Kirigakure no Sato in this war, and she would be the one to cut down all who stood in her path, drawing her Bo staff, she span it to one side of herself like a helicopter blade, pushing through the calm trees of Kirigakure troop territory, and into the bowles of the chaos, she put the tip of the weapon to the ground and vaulted with all of her might, meters into the air, landing within the formation of the enemy troops, within a moment, the weapon revealed a blade from the tip of the staff, becoming Naganata and spinning around herself once, cutting through the soft skin and fragile human bone of the enemy soldiers, felling them at once before whipping the staff to a side, locking the blade down to one side, and cementing the scythe blade into place.
Precision...
That was what it meant to be a warrior, taking off once again before the dust or the screams of the men she had cut down had settled, she burst through the ranks of the fight once again. Traversing her weapon from side to side as if she were riding some form of cavalry. eliminating the legs and arms of few of the soldiers who were in her striking range, but it was not long before the realised the threat of the human cannonball which was tearing toward them foot-ball fields per second. Firing the volley of one of their deadly siege weapons, the 2m long projectiles which could tear through stone walls threatened to impale the Mizukage through, though, without so much as a wink, Aya folded to the ground, falling backward and sliding, knees forward and lying flat back on the ground, flat as a board... the lowest of the siege bolts passing no more than ten centimetres over her, close enough to feel the wind force, and have Aya back on her feet, and at the engine before the men had a chance to react.
Grace...
Standing above and atop the siege weapon, she changed her weapon to its curved blade, the men who stood around it quickly abandoned their positions and took to the heel. Leaping backwards from her perch, Aya came down on the machine with her blade, cutting through it like its weight in bamboo and parting the mechanical killing machine in two, which would leave a small door for others to be able to follow suit. Such was war, the smallest breach in a defensive position could cost the position entirely. A weakness, a crack, able to be exploited until it becomes a fissure, before threatening the entire structure of their defence. Such was the Mizukage's hopes, but she had a bigger opponent to worry about.
coming to a bridge at the front of the manor, Aya began to bolt across its lengths, gripping her fuma shuriken to her back, and staring down one of the Siege engines as it prepared to fire. Throwing all of her weight, speed, and strength into a single spin, Aya threw her leg back and sent her Demon Windmill Shuriken hurtling toward the enemy position, with such force, the ground beneath it cut before ever the blades manage to scratch its surface. Solstice followed closely behind it, until moments before the weapon was able to fire, there was an explosion of blood and gore as one of the soldiers who were operating the firing mechanism seemed to detonate on impact with Aya's weapon, ripping through him like a coloured water balloon and stalling the activation of the weapon for the crucial second it took for Aya to already be behind the operators...
Strength...
A solid, full forced punch was what met the first of the remaining soldiers which stood guard of the gates to the expansive building which stood before her, the man, taking the force of the open palmed strike to the chest, and hurtling into the rock face of the manor's wall, a small blood splatter expanding from where his head met the granite... Planting her hand on the weapon, Aya turned, kicking herself from the ground to pivot horizontally in mid air, throwing a kick to the chest of one of the other two men, sending him back, colliding with the other in such a manner they both flew from their footing and off the side of the bridge. They, would more than likely survive their fall, but they were out of her way, out of the way of the people who needed to cross here, so, with a nip of her blade, she cut the string of the siege bow, to ensure its disuse, before continuing to the building which housed her target.
These are what it took to be a Kage...
Storming the front gates would be dramatic, but, they were more than likely well guarded, and Aya was trying her best to conserve chakra for when she would need it against her opponent. It was already agonising enough to move and she could not afford any more disadvantages than she already had. But she was almost in place... soon she would be able to find the location of the person she was looking for, her target, the man who had caused all of this to happen in the first place... would die by her hand and her hand alone...
Looking up the wall to a third story window frame, she nodded to herself, knowing that would be her target. Taking to a run, and without even using supernatural walking, she took to the side of the wall, leaping before impact and planting a foot to the side of the building, pressing upward with all of her might as her body moved closer and closer to the wall before jumping just high enough to grip the sill with her outstretched hand. Strength enough to lift her full weight with but a single finger flowed through all five within her gauntleted hand, curling her grip and hurling her upwards towards so that her feet met where her hands once were... She would only have one chance for this jump.
Kicking off the sill, which crumbled beneath her the black figure of the Mizukage in full gear launched skywards like a dragoon and landed dramatically crouched on the rooftop, meeting each of the guards up here armed with longbows... Scrambling they surrounded her, and Aya flicked the reset on her weapon, causing the blade to retract and the pole to expand once again, forming her staff, but with a subtle difference. One twist and the string along its length became unclipped, forming her bow placed on the ground before her. But her enemies knocked their first volley, taking aim against the intruder, their eyes locking onto their target like trained hawks before they finally let fly.
Running forward a few meters in the gap of a sixtyith of a second, she jumped, corkscrew flipping through the mesh of arrows as they crossed over through the middle, landing and letting out a round house kick for the arrow which lagged behind her, spinning and catching the side of the wooden shaft, spinning it off course and toward one of the men which had fired the shots to begin with, the arrows tail re straightening the arrow in flight like a dart before connecting tip first with his neck, and throwing him from the roof of the building...
Each of the men which stood before her now readied their second shots, but from here it was too late. By the time their arrows knocked, Aya's arrows were already in flight, her superior middle eastern archery style allowed her to hang at least ten arrows in flight before the first one landed its target, allowing maximum fire potential, without the sacrificing of accuracy. The archers keeled over, stung in vital arteries which would kill them as an accumulate in less than a minute without access to supernatural healing capabilities. Which by now were more than spent on people on the front. Leaving Aya to move freely and retrieve her arrows from her marks, all the while calling to the twins for a location on the room which they would assume Seven Bells to be within.
Though the grandmaster ninja wore ANBU armour which masked his chakra, there was a throne room within this miniature estate castle block. And Aya had thought it the perfect place for an egocentric, sociopathic lunatic to be holed up in. Taking a leap down, aiming for the stained glass of the window she took hold of the awning overhanging the design and with an explosion of glass and shrapnel, Aya catapulted down toward the centre of the room, landing on one knee and turning to scan the entire room for opponents. There was no way a man like him would be able to resist the chance to cut the head off the army of Kirigakure here and now, such an opportunity was too tempting for any man, yet alone a madman.
"SEVEN BELLS! It's time for you to show me just how weak I really am...! We both know you want my head on a pike, so, come an claim it... If you can..."
She taunted, looking over the blasted hidden forbidden holy ground. It was time to play the requiem for one of these leaders, for better or for worse. There was only one way out of this room, and that was with the wind.