Post by Dracos on Aug 26, 2007 22:08:11 GMT -5
[[Couldn't find anywhere else to post it.]]
In a Battle
Coffee colored eyes darted down, peircing past the gruesome mask that covered the young ninja's face. Nothing was seen of the young man's face, no hint of expression. Not a word was spoken by the Shinobi Hunter from the Mist, not a sound.
Wind picked up, playing freely with the long locks of black hair. The air billowed through his baggy clothing. A almost calming feeling swept over the battle field. Almost. The feeling did not last long enough for his opponent to enjoy.
Right hand slipped into the blue pouch strapped to his leg. Withdrawing his hand, he held three puncture needles. Each pinned between his fingers. As silent as death itself, he launched the three weapons at his opponent.
The needles sliced through the air as if it were nothing but butter. The first of the three needles pierced their target. Nitching in at the center of the throat, the needle embedded itself four inches in. The next to needles followed, notching in the dying opponent's neck. With speed and skill, the hidden faced assassain brought down his opponent.
Interacting With a Fellow Ninja
Black hair danced around the Mist ninja's shoulder, flowing freely with his every move. Though there was no sign that this young man of fifteen was even a fighter, yet alone a highly skilled one. He preferred to not draw attention to himself, only to enjoy the simple things.
Head turned slowly, his sharpened hearing catching a voice. Someone else was out in the depths of the woods along with himself. Though he never said much to anyone expect Zabuza, the thought of someone else here in the trees intriged him.
Bare feet silently flattened the small patches of grass beneth himself as he walked towards the voice. The voice grew clearer with every step. One hand outstrected, resting against the bark of a nearby tree. Deep coffee hued eyes gazed pass the trees, focusing on another ninja. A young female, a few years younger than himself.
"Who are you?" Quizzed the ninja sharply, turning to face the boy. Her pale eyes were focused intently on himself. Of course she would of sensed him, after all she was a ninja. He felt his eyes widen, spotting the symbol of the girl's headband. Mist. So she was another ninja, and from his village no less.
Haku smiled nicely at the girl, agression was not naturely in his behavior. "Sorry to interupt, I heard you talking," he said, his voice higher than most males. It was soft and sweet, not at all angry or violent.
This seemed to intrig the girl, turning her completely to himself. "You still didn't answer me." she said, getting angry at him. Coffee eyes watched the girl grip her kunai tightly, though he doubted she would use it for anything but a threat. She did not seem aggresive, just defensive like an animal backed into a corner.
Instead of edging it on any longer, he replied, "I am called Haku." Now he was glad to see her relax her grip on the kunai. True as it was, he could of won the fight if it broke out, but he was glad it had not come to that.
In a difficult situation
Questions racked at the ninja's mind. For once he was losing, and not only that but losing blood. Eyes darted down to his side, only to whince at the sight. A large gash had sliced through his clothing and into his side. With every heart beat, the red liquid came in new waves. The pain seered along his side, burning and tearing at the back of his mind.
He was in poor condition, and his opponent was still able to move and quickly. What was he to do, what could he do. All his chakra had been used up with his Ice Mirrors. Now he lay defenseless against his opponent. Maybe death would come quick for him, end the pain. But what of Zabuza? He was failing Zabuza more than he was failing himself.
Finding little energy to stand, Haku forced himself up. With one hand covering his side, and the other balancing himself on the tree he was open for an attack. He could not rely on his physical strength to win, instead he needed to lure his opponent into a trap.
Eyes blinked, he was loosing his vision. The blood loss was finally catching up with him faster than he hoped. The pain was slowly disappearing, and Haku knew that it was not a good sign. His opponent was coming, and he could barely see. Everything was growing black. What was he to do?
Finally an idea. His opponent was running at him. He hand lowered slowly, so no to throw himself off the branch and to his death. Eyes followed his hand, making sure his fingers gripped the needle. His strength failed him. He could no longer throw the needle, but he hoped that this worked.
Fingers released the needle, dropping it into the soft bark. Haku closed his eyes, feeling faint and dizzy. Everything was black, but he could hear a slight agonized shrill of surprise. The needle had pierced his enemy's foot, causeing them to become unbalanced. Eyes opened, making sure he could see what was going on.
Now he slumped himself down against the tree, causing a vibration along the branch. Faint as it was, it was all he needed. The shake tipped his opponent, sending them kicking and screaming off the branch. A thump could be heard as the body make contact with the hard ground below. So, his plan had worked.
In a Battle
Coffee colored eyes darted down, peircing past the gruesome mask that covered the young ninja's face. Nothing was seen of the young man's face, no hint of expression. Not a word was spoken by the Shinobi Hunter from the Mist, not a sound.
Wind picked up, playing freely with the long locks of black hair. The air billowed through his baggy clothing. A almost calming feeling swept over the battle field. Almost. The feeling did not last long enough for his opponent to enjoy.
Right hand slipped into the blue pouch strapped to his leg. Withdrawing his hand, he held three puncture needles. Each pinned between his fingers. As silent as death itself, he launched the three weapons at his opponent.
The needles sliced through the air as if it were nothing but butter. The first of the three needles pierced their target. Nitching in at the center of the throat, the needle embedded itself four inches in. The next to needles followed, notching in the dying opponent's neck. With speed and skill, the hidden faced assassain brought down his opponent.
Interacting With a Fellow Ninja
Black hair danced around the Mist ninja's shoulder, flowing freely with his every move. Though there was no sign that this young man of fifteen was even a fighter, yet alone a highly skilled one. He preferred to not draw attention to himself, only to enjoy the simple things.
Head turned slowly, his sharpened hearing catching a voice. Someone else was out in the depths of the woods along with himself. Though he never said much to anyone expect Zabuza, the thought of someone else here in the trees intriged him.
Bare feet silently flattened the small patches of grass beneth himself as he walked towards the voice. The voice grew clearer with every step. One hand outstrected, resting against the bark of a nearby tree. Deep coffee hued eyes gazed pass the trees, focusing on another ninja. A young female, a few years younger than himself.
"Who are you?" Quizzed the ninja sharply, turning to face the boy. Her pale eyes were focused intently on himself. Of course she would of sensed him, after all she was a ninja. He felt his eyes widen, spotting the symbol of the girl's headband. Mist. So she was another ninja, and from his village no less.
Haku smiled nicely at the girl, agression was not naturely in his behavior. "Sorry to interupt, I heard you talking," he said, his voice higher than most males. It was soft and sweet, not at all angry or violent.
This seemed to intrig the girl, turning her completely to himself. "You still didn't answer me." she said, getting angry at him. Coffee eyes watched the girl grip her kunai tightly, though he doubted she would use it for anything but a threat. She did not seem aggresive, just defensive like an animal backed into a corner.
Instead of edging it on any longer, he replied, "I am called Haku." Now he was glad to see her relax her grip on the kunai. True as it was, he could of won the fight if it broke out, but he was glad it had not come to that.
In a difficult situation
Questions racked at the ninja's mind. For once he was losing, and not only that but losing blood. Eyes darted down to his side, only to whince at the sight. A large gash had sliced through his clothing and into his side. With every heart beat, the red liquid came in new waves. The pain seered along his side, burning and tearing at the back of his mind.
He was in poor condition, and his opponent was still able to move and quickly. What was he to do, what could he do. All his chakra had been used up with his Ice Mirrors. Now he lay defenseless against his opponent. Maybe death would come quick for him, end the pain. But what of Zabuza? He was failing Zabuza more than he was failing himself.
Finding little energy to stand, Haku forced himself up. With one hand covering his side, and the other balancing himself on the tree he was open for an attack. He could not rely on his physical strength to win, instead he needed to lure his opponent into a trap.
Eyes blinked, he was loosing his vision. The blood loss was finally catching up with him faster than he hoped. The pain was slowly disappearing, and Haku knew that it was not a good sign. His opponent was coming, and he could barely see. Everything was growing black. What was he to do?
Finally an idea. His opponent was running at him. He hand lowered slowly, so no to throw himself off the branch and to his death. Eyes followed his hand, making sure his fingers gripped the needle. His strength failed him. He could no longer throw the needle, but he hoped that this worked.
Fingers released the needle, dropping it into the soft bark. Haku closed his eyes, feeling faint and dizzy. Everything was black, but he could hear a slight agonized shrill of surprise. The needle had pierced his enemy's foot, causeing them to become unbalanced. Eyes opened, making sure he could see what was going on.
Now he slumped himself down against the tree, causing a vibration along the branch. Faint as it was, it was all he needed. The shake tipped his opponent, sending them kicking and screaming off the branch. A thump could be heard as the body make contact with the hard ground below. So, his plan had worked.
