Day 4 Evening

[Kakashi Hatake]

Kakashi’s damaged ears heard naught but the warlock’s cackle as he stood within the cave’s entryway. A glance around the cave told the sharingan-wielder that he was not alone in his battle. A collection of other Primes had also been whisked into this confrontation, some familiar and others foreign. They each bore signs of their struggle, caked in dried blood and muck, as they stared down the necromancer. Kakashi heard the blood pumping behind his ravaged eardrums, his heartbeat accelerating as the assault began. He watched as, in a flash of green, the future-telling kunoichi from the Temple tore into the Warlock.

This was it, the end of their quest. Though the shinobi twosome had done little to help the Teucer thus far, that would soon change. The sorcerer had tortured the Primes that walked his island, though this paled in comparison to his domination of the noble Hero that had summoned them. Doomed to wander the land, to never pass beyond the pale, the Warlock commanded the poor Spirit much as he did the countless other souls of those that had perished. Rage boiled in the ninja’s veins as his grip tightened around his gravity gun. Such offenses the silver-haired shinobi could no longer tolerate.

“Ready when you are, Kakashi,” Minato asserted, stepping up beside him. The man’s pupils widened as he began channeling nature energy.

The scarecrow nodded, squaring his jaw. There would be no room for mistakes in this battle, they would need to operate seamlessly as a unit. The Captain took a deep breath, kicking off into a sprint as his first Inner Gate was flung open. Chakra vitalized his muscles as he dove headlong into the fray, his former sensei at his side. He was without his jutsu; he hoped Kaimon would be enough to fell the lich.

“Duck!” Minato yelled suddenly over the deafening wubbing emanating from the pale man’s music weapon.

Without hesitation Kakashi instantly leapt forward into a somersault, narrowly avoiding an onslaught of zombie minions not feet from him. A savage blast ripped through the air from Minato’s sidearm, the squadron of reanimated corpses exploded into a shower of gore. Kakashi gritted his teeth as trudged through the desecrated remains, catching sight of the Warlock sneering at the duo. The casted raised his hand as they neared, launching a blast of concussive force toward them.

The scarecrow let out an involuntary oof as he was knocked from his feet, the attack sending him careening toward the rocky cave wall. He turned in midair in an attempt to right himself, bracing for inevitable impact. Instead, the shinobi felt strong hands clamp down on his shoulders, dragging him out of his flight path. “Gotcha!”

Minato set his former student down safely before taking off once more toward the necromancer. His impressive speed proved too much for the Warlock, concussive blasts missing their mark again and again. The wily caster uttered an annoyed sneer, beginning to channel his magicks as the Kage neared, preparing a more sinister strike.

Taking his opening, Kakashi dashed across the cave, holding his gravity gun aloft. His empowered limb held the bulky contraption steady with ease, the weapon’s gravitational waves tearing a large boulder loose from the cave’s wall. His fair-haired partner noted the pursuit, his fleet feet carrying him away as the scarecrow neared. The warlock’s head turned away from the fleeing speedster in time to watch the silver-haired shinobi pirouette and release his hold on the bolder, slinging it toward the villain with all of the force that physics would allow.