Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160322210723/@comment-27960448-20160323005924

Now a considerable distance away from the prince demon serpent, Mizumi was analyzing Rouda's appearance, and the unique features he had grown into. His scales were the most interesting to Mizumi, as he noticed that they somewhat came off of the surface of his body unlike other snakes. They seemed to be retractable, and from experience they were very sharp. He also noticed the orange color of the tip of Rouda's tongue. This was also new to him. He hadn't know what exactly this had meant, or what exactly this contributed too, but Mizumi knew better enough than to simply guess that it was for show. Rouda continued his hissing and extension of his jaw like most snakes do. Mizumi could tell that Rouda could easily swallow him whole, but he had no intentions of letting him do so.

"I promise you; you little stubborn snake- You'll be mine by noon!"

Mizumi pleaded, explaining in depth how much he really wanted to control Rouda, both now and for the future. He had taken an interest in this snake and their world as a whole, so he couldn't take his mind off of it now. It was almost instant, but Mizumi drew his new, wheat-colored fan from his back, and held it tightly in both arms. He grasped the handle tightly, tighter than he possibly ever has, with passion and strength behind him, he swung it in a horizontal motion, half of his body going with it a short distance purely from momentum. Mizumi watched, and his attack started as a small gust that hovered just above the line of grass, but as it approached closer and closer to Rouda, it enveloped into a small vortex, spiralling in a localized fashion and tearing ravenously through the grass. Before it could even reach Rouda's exact location, he slithered a few feet back, and began to open his mouth as if about to cough, the back of his throat began to make an eerie noise that resembled flint and steel, and before long, a long spurt of fire had streamed over his tongue and out of his mouth, He had fed it into the vortex which transmuted Mizumi's own technique against him.  "Fire release?!"

He screamed in surprise, as the vortex now reversed momentum and was spiraling towards him as a concoction of flame.