02-24-2016, 08:20 PM
“Hikaru!”
Ururu was riding on a wave of rage, her only visible emotion though was a feral grin turned bestial. Rivets of prismatic green chakra burned from her body taking shape as the power was wielded on instinct alone. It was only a build-up, but with each leaping step that increased in distance her movements told the story of what was to come. She was an oracle of destruction that would see this finished one way or another.
With one last lope, her form shifted into a prophecy of violence. Molten emerald smoothed out into a definite form of a slim fox like shape that enhanced her canines and brought burning fire to her eyes. The entire cave was lit up with her presence as she disappeared into rapture made up of every bit of her life and experience that she could still call hers. A cascade of verdant shadows and fury spilled across the bulk of the stone maw she found herself in.
Time slowing to molasses, she watched as the zombies began to rise again. She didn’t let them.
Ururu hit the ground at the first and mostly formed and propelled herself through in a spiral with just her right foot. Sheer force cut five down as she landed on her opposing left foot, planting it on the last undead’s face before kicking off again with a spray of darkened brain matter and ichor.
Another corpse interposed itself in front of her with a blossoming of pain. No matter
She paid it no mind. In her fury the girl was thrust through the attack of the withered limbs so her fingers caught its head and decapitated it and pushing off into the ceiling as if it were the ground
She didn’t fall, instead momentum held Ururu in an inverted gallop as she moved after her prey that directly below. Even with its flowing movements, the dark magus barely had time to even track her chakra powered steps. It was when his face and spine formed a ninety degree stare that Ururu saw her opening, hurling herself into a suicidal strike. Earth above and below shattered from the shockwaves of her strength as she planted her entire body into the warlock’s chest.
Liquid flesh splattered around her but it refused to fall apart, instead it bound her to him as a creepy grin plastered itself on the warlock’s face. If it had time to change it would have in response to the mirror on Ururu’s visage.
Momentum was on her side as the warlock’s entire body hit the ground and moved deeper into the mouth of the cave. Bones snapped and healed as quickly as Ururu dealt him injuries that was ultimately a rugburn of epic proportions. Like herself though the monster that she was pummeling appeared to outright ignore the horrendous injuries. Its skeletal limb moved like lightning, detached from its muscle though it was, and aimed right for Ururu’s chest. Not in an attack of melee but something else entirely.
A deep resonating mist of tainted purple and silver omnilium was flowing to the two fighters. It outpaced every single prime that had followed Ururu into battle; outpacing even the transformed state of the young shinobi who had decimated the playing field in seconds. In the warlock’s bony hand the fog coalesced into a burning light that flashed outwards. Not once but hundreds of times as burst of inverting color hit her. The first twenty or so, plowing her into walls, through the remaining horde of undead and back further into the incoming crowd of her allies.
Ururu was riding on a wave of rage, her only visible emotion though was a feral grin turned bestial. Rivets of prismatic green chakra burned from her body taking shape as the power was wielded on instinct alone. It was only a build-up, but with each leaping step that increased in distance her movements told the story of what was to come. She was an oracle of destruction that would see this finished one way or another.
With one last lope, her form shifted into a prophecy of violence. Molten emerald smoothed out into a definite form of a slim fox like shape that enhanced her canines and brought burning fire to her eyes. The entire cave was lit up with her presence as she disappeared into rapture made up of every bit of her life and experience that she could still call hers. A cascade of verdant shadows and fury spilled across the bulk of the stone maw she found herself in.
Time slowing to molasses, she watched as the zombies began to rise again. She didn’t let them.
Ururu hit the ground at the first and mostly formed and propelled herself through in a spiral with just her right foot. Sheer force cut five down as she landed on her opposing left foot, planting it on the last undead’s face before kicking off again with a spray of darkened brain matter and ichor.
Another corpse interposed itself in front of her with a blossoming of pain. No matter
She paid it no mind. In her fury the girl was thrust through the attack of the withered limbs so her fingers caught its head and decapitated it and pushing off into the ceiling as if it were the ground
She didn’t fall, instead momentum held Ururu in an inverted gallop as she moved after her prey that directly below. Even with its flowing movements, the dark magus barely had time to even track her chakra powered steps. It was when his face and spine formed a ninety degree stare that Ururu saw her opening, hurling herself into a suicidal strike. Earth above and below shattered from the shockwaves of her strength as she planted her entire body into the warlock’s chest.
Liquid flesh splattered around her but it refused to fall apart, instead it bound her to him as a creepy grin plastered itself on the warlock’s face. If it had time to change it would have in response to the mirror on Ururu’s visage.
Momentum was on her side as the warlock’s entire body hit the ground and moved deeper into the mouth of the cave. Bones snapped and healed as quickly as Ururu dealt him injuries that was ultimately a rugburn of epic proportions. Like herself though the monster that she was pummeling appeared to outright ignore the horrendous injuries. Its skeletal limb moved like lightning, detached from its muscle though it was, and aimed right for Ururu’s chest. Not in an attack of melee but something else entirely.
A deep resonating mist of tainted purple and silver omnilium was flowing to the two fighters. It outpaced every single prime that had followed Ururu into battle; outpacing even the transformed state of the young shinobi who had decimated the playing field in seconds. In the warlock’s bony hand the fog coalesced into a burning light that flashed outwards. Not once but hundreds of times as burst of inverting color hit her. The first twenty or so, plowing her into walls, through the remaining horde of undead and back further into the incoming crowd of her allies.