Board Thread:Kirigakure Missions/@comment-27975781-20160327022512/@comment-24937485-20160327100914

There they fell, one by one, out of the trees with blackened leaves like wishes not to wish you well, like wicked men afoot to thief. Yet men they were not these creatures unborn, or rather undead, al gory and torn. Alas, there they were, and no one could tell, if these were the remnants of men as they fell. Then arose they all did, if by beckoning head, all moving their limbs whilst unable to stand. Staggering forth, this most wicked horde, with nothing but men to prove life can’t afford. While we cling without love, and stars flicker down, we drown, round and round, as we’re hurricane bound.

The wicked monstrosities bore forth on a quest facing wicked fiends, to seek and erase these shinobi of the mist. Oh shit, Ren got ready, set, to go and bust a lip, so quick. As his hands moved, hair grooved, real good. Flick..er flicker flick, now his hands in the Ox-move. Or handseal, no deal, yes deal? Handseal. The Ox-Ram and Dog seals. Real deal.

And then… in a meticulous display, the ground lit up in square formation, eyebrows bearing some frustration. And from the light sized five by five, yards across and yards gone wide. Came flying up a square of white, to trap these creatures of the night. No there’s nowhere they could hide, fifteen zombies… and a cannibal inside.

Kei, Mizumi and the other would be spaced a good two or three yards, at the least, from the semi-transparent 5 by 5 by 5 yard cube that had aimed to rise around Keito and the abhorrents. The barrier was unique for its ability that was explained to the others by Ren.

“You will be able to go inside, but nothing can come out until the barrier is dispelled by me or broken by sufficient force. The goreborn berserker can handle himself though.” Ren smirked in an overconfident and sexy way. “But then again, you might want to have some fun for yourselves.”