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OOC: This is gonna be da final post. NPC will die, leaving control of the thread to Poncho/Zanji's hands.
The Daimyo's reflexes were refined, perceiving extension speeds that any Jounin would normally be caught off guard by. Ignorant of his enemy's blood origin, Baki could see that his Hiramekarei attack had merely dispersed the water mass that replaced the flesh and blood of the Sound Daimyo, splashing and ravaging the angered, bloodlusted swordsman. This shitty critter... he just won't stay dead. Baki thought, as he could see the water reforming and transversing to his right side. Although he did not know what kind of technique the shinobi used, he did know that the bitch was back for a second round, and Baki would be all too ready for him. Re-focusing the chakra that poured through his Hiramekarei, Baki would have already shape-changed his previous projectile into something entirely new. Bringing his sword back to him and tilting it towards the sky - above his head by the time the Sound Daimyo reverted back to his human nature, Baki planned to launch a series of projectiles from the sides and then go for a vertical sword extension to impale the boy. "Gahhh! Take this!!!!" he cried out as if making his last, suicidal attempt to destroy his enemy. Several high-speed chakra projectiles, swerving like guided missiles had left the blade to its target. Steering clear into, two of the pellets would aim for the knees. Two for both cathuses on each side. The third set of two aiming to press harshly on the celiac plexus. A skilled fellow, clearly having gone through multitudes of combat affairs, had setup a set of tactical countermeasures against the narrow-minded Baki. he did not notice the Kusanagi 7 meters away from him, although the real issue came from up front. For the Nuibari had punctured into his head without him knowing it - a quick assassin. "Ehh...?" The last chakra soldiers had passed by the enemy figure - out of his range of contact, only to return from his blind spot to carry out their fateful duty, even with its master practically deceased. The two companions had to take different paths. The silver-haired one to be ruptured through the left frontal lobe angle by one adventurous trooper. Angled further below, the last trajectile would fly to the back of the neck, scratching the airway. He could not carry out the frontal attack that was the second part of HIS finishing combo. In a few seconds, Baki would have slumped to the ground as his brain and skull would have been perforated, but later a finishing move came out in form of a human-sized water sphere to shorten that time. "H-ho this happen...?" Hitting him flat up front with considerable force, the already helpless, arrogant, horny, manly Baki was knocked straight out of this world by the blue liquid that carried away his tainted soul. What a dumbo.
One weakling cannot do anything against a strong man. But a group of fodders can, and so this was the case. Rejoicing in the power of their numbers, they had successfully driven this Goliath back into his bowels of humiliation, as a guided one inch piece of shrapnel enhanced by chakra had ripped through the vulnerable cloth and punctured into the open legendary eyeball through the the outer canthus in the inner flesh of the right eye that he had taken from a once-terrible Konohagakure Uchiha shinobi. Popping it immediately, blood would splatter all over from within the headband, although it would not show anything on his skin. writhing agony and excruciating pain would consume poor Zanji, as his inability to acknowledge the stray projectile that had precisely manuevered into his right cathus would also destroy the stolen KKG that he so prized. The training. The time and effort to refine his ability with an Uchiha's Sharingan, granted to an outsider by a heinous doctor. All of that - gone and wasted. Perhaps his life would come to an end, too?
The tyrannical Impaler has been overthrown as this sudden wrenching pain would have taken over his body. The guards who followed afterwards would have taken advantage of this lapse in action, toppling all over Zanji from behind until he's pinned down to the floor. The Bunshins gone, ten men were actually present. They began kicking him in the head while the writing pain of his destroyed eye was still there. Following that were punches to the genitals, stabbings at his hardened head by broken blades, and punching all over his body until they hope they can feel better. unknowingst to them are the chakra chains that Zanji still had on him.
The fodder men who threw the barrage of spears, blade bits, and swords could see that this was a lost fight. Their leader had just been been defeated by a water ball, and without their leader, all was lost. The thirty men who were 20 meters away from Zanji left together in a hurry, returning back to their camp in the outskirts of the Land of Wind. Leaving ten to fight in anger bitterment at how the evil Zanji slaughtered their comrades, hiding behind his rock-hard cocoon.
The Daimyo's reflexes were refined, perceiving extension speeds that any Jounin would normally be caught off guard by. Ignorant of his enemy's blood origin, Baki could see that his Hiramekarei attack had merely dispersed the water mass that replaced the flesh and blood of the Sound Daimyo, splashing and ravaging the angered, bloodlusted swordsman. This shitty critter... he just won't stay dead. Baki thought, as he could see the water reforming and transversing to his right side. Although he did not know what kind of technique the shinobi used, he did know that the bitch was back for a second round, and Baki would be all too ready for him. Re-focusing the chakra that poured through his Hiramekarei, Baki would have already shape-changed his previous projectile into something entirely new. Bringing his sword back to him and tilting it towards the sky - above his head by the time the Sound Daimyo reverted back to his human nature, Baki planned to launch a series of projectiles from the sides and then go for a vertical sword extension to impale the boy. "Gahhh! Take this!!!!" he cried out as if making his last, suicidal attempt to destroy his enemy. Several high-speed chakra projectiles, swerving like guided missiles had left the blade to its target. Steering clear into, two of the pellets would aim for the knees. Two for both cathuses on each side. The third set of two aiming to press harshly on the celiac plexus. A skilled fellow, clearly having gone through multitudes of combat affairs, had setup a set of tactical countermeasures against the narrow-minded Baki. he did not notice the Kusanagi 7 meters away from him, although the real issue came from up front. For the Nuibari had punctured into his head without him knowing it - a quick assassin. "Ehh...?" The last chakra soldiers had passed by the enemy figure - out of his range of contact, only to return from his blind spot to carry out their fateful duty, even with its master practically deceased. The two companions had to take different paths. The silver-haired one to be ruptured through the left frontal lobe angle by one adventurous trooper. Angled further below, the last trajectile would fly to the back of the neck, scratching the airway. He could not carry out the frontal attack that was the second part of HIS finishing combo. In a few seconds, Baki would have slumped to the ground as his brain and skull would have been perforated, but later a finishing move came out in form of a human-sized water sphere to shorten that time. "H-ho this happen...?" Hitting him flat up front with considerable force, the already helpless, arrogant, horny, manly Baki was knocked straight out of this world by the blue liquid that carried away his tainted soul. What a dumbo.
One weakling cannot do anything against a strong man. But a group of fodders can, and so this was the case. Rejoicing in the power of their numbers, they had successfully driven this Goliath back into his bowels of humiliation, as a guided one inch piece of shrapnel enhanced by chakra had ripped through the vulnerable cloth and punctured into the open legendary eyeball through the the outer canthus in the inner flesh of the right eye that he had taken from a once-terrible Konohagakure Uchiha shinobi. Popping it immediately, blood would splatter all over from within the headband, although it would not show anything on his skin. writhing agony and excruciating pain would consume poor Zanji, as his inability to acknowledge the stray projectile that had precisely manuevered into his right cathus would also destroy the stolen KKG that he so prized. The training. The time and effort to refine his ability with an Uchiha's Sharingan, granted to an outsider by a heinous doctor. All of that - gone and wasted. Perhaps his life would come to an end, too?
The tyrannical Impaler has been overthrown as this sudden wrenching pain would have taken over his body. The guards who followed afterwards would have taken advantage of this lapse in action, toppling all over Zanji from behind until he's pinned down to the floor. The Bunshins gone, ten men were actually present. They began kicking him in the head while the writing pain of his destroyed eye was still there. Following that were punches to the genitals, stabbings at his hardened head by broken blades, and punching all over his body until they hope they can feel better. unknowingst to them are the chakra chains that Zanji still had on him.
The fodder men who threw the barrage of spears, blade bits, and swords could see that this was a lost fight. Their leader had just been been defeated by a water ball, and without their leader, all was lost. The thirty men who were 20 meters away from Zanji left together in a hurry, returning back to their camp in the outskirts of the Land of Wind. Leaving ten to fight in anger bitterment at how the evil Zanji slaughtered their comrades, hiding behind his rock-hard cocoon.
