Tag Battle

The air was clean, the sun's rays burnt down with a dry heat and the wind was brisk and shallow. The day was set, it was time for these duos of trained, criminal shinobi to face off against one another. The air was calm, too calm and the whole place felt eerie. The feeling set of a thought process of something occurring upon this location. A rocky terrain was the battlefields landscape, sharp, loose rocks build up the walls of a large valley. All sized stones lay oddly placed around the field. The valley stretched out 50m behind each duo before coming to a flat, spiked wall. Life was rare, but death was always present. Bones from human skeleton remains lay scattered around the floor. The only sign of life was a fresh water stream running through a zigzagged array of rocks. The lively white water stream seperated two pairs of dangerous, trained ninja. The shinobi known as Akkai, said to be a drunk but rumours are rumours, he stood beside a large, pointed stone to his right. Then to the mans left stood the notorious Shizuna. The duo faced another pair who where situated a good 100 meters apart, only their figures could be recognised between the oddly positioned rocks. Futomaru and Hazema stood staring back at their opponents. The field was set, and it was time for the battle to commence.

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OOC:Thank you for your time in posting this Yaku. I would like to know what is the maximum distace?

yet another fight. Shizuna was summoned to a match between teams. She had only heard the slightest rumors of her partner and opponents, though she came prepared for anything. With her threads wrapped around both her hands and neck, to even the most skilled ninja, they would be confused with gloves and a scarf. Shizuna also had mini threads lining the inside of her nose in-case their was an event where she had to plug her nose.

Though considering that she was not familiar with who she was facing, Shizuna chose to appear to them as her regular outfit, an elderly woman with a walking stick. A rocky terrain was the battlefields landscape, sharp, loose rocks build up the walls of a large valley. All sized stones lay oddly placed around the field.

The valley stretched out 50m behind each duo before coming to a flat, spiked wall. A lively white water stream could be seen and heard as it rushed through the battlefield. Arriving in the area, Shizuna smirked as she gripped her walking stick, strong chakra was gathering and they would be here soon.

With a blank smile Akkai WHO IS NOT A CRIMINAL but a well known and respected Samurai mostly for his strange and rather grotesque fighting style. He was not even close to the other bunch, as they were SHINOBI UNLIKE HIMSELF. He was in many fights and so far managed to get out out of most of them without of scratch, but this was different. His opponents were stronger, faster and better train than most of the weak ass low rank swordsman he had to fight on daily basis. They were the real deal.

Akkai stood with his back held against the cold rock with one of his hands on menuki (the handle) of one of his daisho (Katana and Wakizashi weared together like on the avatar are called daisho). Both the longer Katana and the smaller Wakizashi were still in their saya (wooden covers) yet after years and years of training they could be taken out immediately whenever there was a need for it. His second hand was on a middle sized jar (look Gaara's sand jar but smaller). The strong smell covered the area. It smelled like a very strong rice wine. Sake was Akkai's favorite drink, yet he was quite strong headed so at least the smell wouldn't affect him at all, if he wasn't drinking from the jar every now and then. He was slightly merry, but far away from drunk.

He stood there with the shadow covering his face that was envied by so many females in his village. He nodded to his team mate shortly showing that his ready for whatever was coming and only just honored his opponents with a small glance before to going back to his previous pose.

Sen Hazama was sitting upon the ground with his back kneeling foward towards nothing but space. Sen Hazama had begun to scan the layout of the battle field before him. His left index finger was placed upon the surface using his sense of touch to tell the surroundings. Next he listened to the winds whisper to tell who or what was also in the area. He was told of a small river flowing through on its infinte passage of continum. There were also two heart beats approching his way one was slightly larger than the other. Hazama had no way to tell who was or who wasn't his ally. Either way for friend or foe a shinobi was always ready for battle. The pearl ebony anbu mask was illuminated by the becon of the sunlight's rays, which danced slightly as Hazama raised only his head. Hazama said nothing as a the man who smelled slightly of insences invaded his personal space. A tip tap was slowly making its way towards their point at their current pass. Hazama began to use this time to prep himself mentally for the fray.

Bump. Little brother Nobu we are waiting on you.

Futomaru’s eyes scanned the barren landscape. Nothing but rocks, skeletons and sand in this valley. What a pitiful piece of land. Even in a desert there was always life, be it an oasis, a cactus or a small animal skittering under the sand. This land was different, it was dead.

From what he had heard, he was going to fight a powerful S-ranked missing-nin. He would fight alongside another man, and he wondered how strong this missing-nin really was if he or she had the confidence to fight two full-fledged ninja at the same time. Narrowing his eyes, he saw a person sitting there, probably his ally. He took a whiff from his pipe before moving towards the person, the pipe being filled with a strange type of incense instead of tobacco. The incense was completely harmless and had a calming effect. But it didn’t change the fact that he was ready for any battle.

He reached the figure, a man. He said nothing, he just gave a quick nod to indicate that he was no enemy, while he took another whiff from his pipe. He was ready.

(OOC: Sorry it took so long)

"So it appears we are gathered here to fight. Or train what ever you young ones wish. Though don't go easy on me because of my age."

Shizuna spoke with her cackled voice. Threads started to spread from her cane and clothes into the surrounding shadows. They blended in with the shadows of the rocks and rubble hidden waiting for a wary enemy to come within range. Shizuna turned her head to the man beside her. He was an ANBU member interesting.. Two men appeared from across the valley.

"Interesting. Are these the teams?"