Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-28929139-20170710053634/@comment-28929139-20170712222326

He was gearing to slam down Tiatsu when he so smartly faked him out and ended up with his wrists cut. Had the position of the blades been positioned just a few degrees more south, Tiatsu would have had him right there. But as a knee-jerk reaction, he jammed the blade of Hayato's previously thrown kunai toward Tiatsu's back, aiming to slice and stab into the softer muscle below his left shoulder blade. While he could feel the blades of the gauntlet slicing up his hands, there was something dense and very hard fashioned at the joints that it would scrape against and ultimately thwart a full break of either hand.

In the end though, Tiatsu got his wish. Half dropping, half throwing the shorter Shinobi from his grip he  cocked back both out of instinct and being rebounded. With a highly exasperated mutter, he gritted his teeth. Slimy wine colored blood went flying everywhere and if any were to land on Tiatsu, not only would the volatile fluid eat through his clothing, it would burn his skin to at least the second degree. "Gahhhh...damn you."

More than nearly just slitting his wrist, it seemed as though Tiatsu struck a nerve. His eye twitched slightly from it, whatever was happening. He was trying to open and ball up his fists but the moment his lookalike was coming toward him, he seemingly flashed onto the wall as well, circling back toward the ceiling while Tiatsu was closer to the floor. The Uchiha's movements were seemingly mirrored but he was faster. He made a forceful pull of chakra from his feet and let himself half fall half fly toward the southbound Uchiha and zinged forward to swipe him across the face with a hard left elbow. His fingers were wide spread apart to ensure that the hardest part of the elbow would hit Tiatsu if any contact was made. If he missed, he back-dashed toward the nearest facing wall to avoid any kickback from his opponent. It was fairly subtle but there was a sudden edginess coming from him now. And it had nothing to do with the Advent heat of the fires slowly smoldering toward them.

As for Hayato, if he went looking for the old man from before, he wasn't hard too find. Yes, he had taken to cloak of the shadows to sneak away but after passing a number of doors, he had dropped the act. Hayato would pick up his and two other signatures, but these were small peanuts compared to what he had already. The aging man and two rather goofy looking teenage boys were dragging the limp bodies of other bald, naked young men and women from one room to the next. What was odd though was the fact that all of these people were very much alive but as expressive as a stuffed animal. As if they were in a catatonic state. Still, these people were helpless and allegedly unaware of what was happening to them. Or would be.

But now was the real question. Even if there was three of them and just one of him....they did appear to be armed. Hell they didn't even look to have much fight in them at all. How would Hayato go about this? He didn't have long, the very floor he stood upon was gradually becoming more unstable and the air was getting hot with smoke creeping on.