Post by Yagami Iori on Sept 15, 2013 14:37:34 GMT -5
The way he moved was so swift yet so elegant. Even while being outnumbered four to one, the Kazekage was still skilled enough to bob and weaved between the torrents of fire and celestial winds that raged towards his visage. Gripping his kiseru pipe, he wielded it by the grip of its' curved bowl - a teal green shroud of chakra assimilated into a mighty blade - he sliced across the humid air to strike his aggressors.
Matamune was never stirred one bit, he fought with ease even though his life was being targeted. In these days of peace, anything unfortunate that happened was immediately placed as a fault of his. This was the responsibility of being a Kage though, so he couldn't complain. Yet, defending his life against martyrs who opposed him shouldn't have been something he had to do alone.
His amazing speed proved too much for this lot though, striking them down in a series of strokes, the head of one of these masked terrorist was lopped off with ease. "Hn," Matamune observed the dying body as it fell limp. "Attacking with just the intent to kill is hardly enough, if you've come to claim my life you'd need at least some degree of skill." he stated bluntly as the chakra shroud that surfaced around his pipe vanished, and he filled his bowl with his drug while looming over the sorry excuse of ninja that attacked him from the adobe above.
Gripping his pipe, clouds of smoke bubbled and billowed. He looked down on them as a God would his people.
"Take your fallen ally and leave," Matamune, who had grown bored, suggested the most logical plan of action he could think of for the three remaining masked-men. "Unless you don't wish to leave with your lives intact."
"This isn't over," the biggest of the three announced in a weird voice. "You're a disgrace to Sungakure, and we, the Seikaze, will not stop until you have paid for your actions, and your life has been claimed by the Reaper."
Matamune was never stirred one bit, he fought with ease even though his life was being targeted. In these days of peace, anything unfortunate that happened was immediately placed as a fault of his. This was the responsibility of being a Kage though, so he couldn't complain. Yet, defending his life against martyrs who opposed him shouldn't have been something he had to do alone.
His amazing speed proved too much for this lot though, striking them down in a series of strokes, the head of one of these masked terrorist was lopped off with ease. "Hn," Matamune observed the dying body as it fell limp. "Attacking with just the intent to kill is hardly enough, if you've come to claim my life you'd need at least some degree of skill." he stated bluntly as the chakra shroud that surfaced around his pipe vanished, and he filled his bowl with his drug while looming over the sorry excuse of ninja that attacked him from the adobe above.
Gripping his pipe, clouds of smoke bubbled and billowed. He looked down on them as a God would his people.
"Take your fallen ally and leave," Matamune, who had grown bored, suggested the most logical plan of action he could think of for the three remaining masked-men. "Unless you don't wish to leave with your lives intact."
"This isn't over," the biggest of the three announced in a weird voice. "You're a disgrace to Sungakure, and we, the Seikaze, will not stop until you have paid for your actions, and your life has been claimed by the Reaper."