Contfronting the Past - Syra's Rank Train

OzanaruSyra · Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 5:48 pm Post subject:

OOC: Stop posting in my rank training!

IC: Syra bared her teeth, attempting to throw a comeback. Her furious thoughts blocked intelligence, so the a primal scream escaped her lips instead. He was going to die, here and now, if this was the last thing she did. She rushed foward, , leapt above any sweep attack, and threw a devastating combination. Her arm wailed through the air at undiscernable speed.

His hand raised slowly, coming up at the last second to block the punch. The impact nearly broke Syra's hand, but he was virtually unharmed. She snarled, and whipped her leg straight for his side. He took the hit gracefully, and rolled sideways. She spiralled, grabbing hold of the ground. She reversed her momentum, threw herself up, and launched a heavy spinning kick. Her foot landed hard onto his head, knocking him back several feet. He slid back in the dust, stopping several feet away. He didn't move; it was then Syra realized that she had been tricked.

" Damn it-" She said, and tried to run through the handsigns, but a swift punch ended that. His fist slammed into her jaw, and she was sent flying. She fell hard, managing to bring herself up after several feet. By the time she regained her footing, he was already upon her, throwing incredibly fast barrage of attacks.

Her arms tried to block the unearthly taijutsu, but it was to no avail. Punches blasted through her pitiful defences. Her face was hit, time after time, and it was all she could do to block a few of the attacks. She rolled backwards, desperately trying to escape the pain.

He followed her, and stomped on her head, but it went straight through, and jarring on the tough soil. The clone disappeared in a puff of smoke. He whipped his head around to see where she was. The quiet of the town did nothing to alleviate his wariness; a silent shinobi was the worst kind.

" Fire," She said coldly. A huge ball of fire smashed into his back, charring himself. This did little damage, but that wasn't all. Syra rushed foward, punching him in the back of the head. He was reeling, but somehow managed to keep his feet. She punched foward with her right, dagger in hand. She nicked his head, but he leapt foward, catching hold of a building nearby. He clambered up, twisting to see his opponent. His shallow breath was the only sign he was tired; his face and posture remained perfect.

She stood there, breathing heavily as well. The reprieve needed to be ended soon, but she knew naught how to get up there. She couldn't jump high enough, nor would she have time to climb the side. There was only one thing to do. She would have to learn Kinbori now, or die.
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Syra's Theme - 463

Roleplaying Characters:
Syra Ozanaru
Kidaku Itichi
No 3rd RPC
No 4th RPC
RPG Stats:
Shinobi Rank: Jounin
Village: Kirigakure ~ Otogakure
Training Points: 185
Inventory: 1 Katana
Personal Stats:
Forum Credit: 5 FC

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Eric Hatake · Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 12:15 pm Post subject:

OOC: 1.5
total: 5
Rank training complete.
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Hatake, Eric
Hiroshi, Kite
Kaguya, Takashi

Roleplaying Characters:
No RPC
No RPC
No 3rd RPC
No 4th RPC
RPG Stats:
Shinobi Rank: Sannin~~Genin~~Jounin
Village: Konoha~~Kiri~~Kiri
Training Points: N/A
Inventory: Katana:2, Shuriken: 30, Kunai:40, explosive tag:40, soldier pills:20, wire:20 meters, Trench knives:2 Fuuma Shuriken: 20 Special medicene pack.
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OzanaruSyra · Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 12:45 pm Post subject:

" You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man," He roared, laughing wildly. He knew this girl couldn't jump; it was his own doing that stopped her from ever jumping again.

Seven years did nothing to heal the muscles, cut by his own knife, when she fought against him as he imposed himself. He tore apart the very fabric of the legs itself, making sure she would never walk again. It was a miracle she could even stand now, let alone fight with such grace. He was impressed by this dangerous female, but he also knew it was time to finish this. He began a series of handsigns. He would finish her off with at least some dignity.

Syra charged to the wall, dagger in hand. She would not be able to scale the straight stone; she would have to walk up it. She sped foward, throwing her feet upwards. They stuck straight to the stone, lifting her upwards. Each chakra coated step lifted her ever higher, throwing her up halfway.

That was when her chakra gave in. The immense amount of chakra needed to create hundreds of clones, the physical energy taken to withstand the punches, the power needed to sustain her powerful attacks, had drained her. She was empty, finished. She began falling the fifteen meter drop, plummeting for the ground, and her imminent death.

He walked up to the edge coolly, and watched her descent. He chuckled, amused that she would die by her own mistake. A gurgle cut him short. His neck, wrapped with chains, caught him off balance. He slipped, hurtling to the ground.

The wind rushed past him, and it was only then he realized that he was going to die. He was going to die; there was nothing to stop him. The ground grew ever near, closer by the inch. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and he reflected back on his life. What had he done that was worthwhile? He had disgraced the hyouton name, murdered hundreds of innocent people, and stabbed his only friend in the back. He was going to hell.

He closed his eyes, waiting for his death. It never came. He stopped a foot above the ground, caught hold by the chain still tightly bound to his neck. The chain snapped, and he landed on the ground. The dust dried his mouth and choked his eyes, but otherwise he seemed fine. He lifted himself to his feet, but stopped partway.

A dagger was held to his neck. He twisted, catching a glimpse of the heated eyes of his savior. Her look of loathing told him more than he wanted to know.

" Please, don't kill me!" He whined, but her grip was still iron strong. He tried a new tact. " You will never escape your past. Vengeance is not the answer. You can't hide from your feelings forever."

" No," She said, her voice dark and husky. " I won't ever hide again. You killed and murdered out of disgusting pleasure. How many more would you have taken? How many lives would you have destroyed? See you in Hell."

He dagger cut into his neck, blood gushing foward. A small sigh escaped his lips. Syra felt a twinge of guilt; it was not for her to judge upon the people. Her resolve remained strong, though, and she finished cutting his head off. Blood spurted out from the fatal wound.

Her legs felt wobbly as she began walking away from the scene. She walked to the exit, but before she left, she looked back to the carnage. Hundreds of bodies lay baking in the immense heat, their blood clotted on the wounds. She had caused this. She would never forget.
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Syra's Theme - 463

Roleplaying Characters:
Syra Ozanaru
Kidaku Itichi
No 3rd RPC
No 4th RPC
RPG Stats:
Shinobi Rank: Jounin
Village: Kirigakure ~ Otogakure
Training Points: 185
Inventory: 1 Katana
Personal Stats:
Forum Credit: 5 FC

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