Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20161020211256/@comment-24479578-20161022222203

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Nali just stared off towards the front gate while the citizens were beginning to be relocated to their homes and the elderly were being escorted. Her head leaned back against the side of the Medical Center while silver hues simply looked off to the large form of Ol’ man Fuma. God she was tired. If she didn’t see her bed in the next 20 minutes, it would be like an eternity since she showed that pillow just who was in charge in this one sided bedroom brawl. Silently, she stared off to the dark form that was to the side of Godrick. He had been safe. That’s what she had cared about. And soon enough, she’d be able to rest up and go get her some bugs of the best tasting variety, cultivated personally by O’s father. How she missed their sweet and delicate flavor. Like a sweet and savory treat all rolled into one small crawling package. The thought tugged on the corner of her lips causing a small smile to begin.

Then movement caught her attention from the small little paradise that she had been thinking of. She saw Godrick attack Mugan. His own son. Adopted, but his son nonetheless. This caused Nali to push up from the wall and hold tightly to her scythe. Her eyes narrowed a bit. “What the fuck is the Old Giant thinking?” She watched as Mugan went flying into a building not far from where the arch had been. She then saw the man’s foot raise to come crashing down on O. The silver hues of the Shinigami woman gleamed like polished platinum while her lip curled into a snarl and her teeth clenched together. “You. Fucking. Old. Goat.” Each word spat from her lips like venom. “The brown man’s mine…” She just about growled as she pushed off the wall and began racing towards the first building that was in front of her.

Scythe in hand, she lept up onto the roof top and began running faster with no one about her to get in her way. Already, she had began making the hand seals for the hiden of the Shinigami. One of the three paths that were taught to those of the bloodline. The Sepulchre Path. Her eyes would shadow slightly and the ends of her hair would grow in darkness while she’d bring her hands together performing the hand seals Tiger → Dragon → Tiger → Snake. Then she’d bring her fingertips to the tip of her scythe and cut across the blade’s sharp edge. Not even flinching, she’d continue to look to Godrick with a sadistic sort of look to her eyes. “And I brought your son home, you fucker...”

She’d jump down onto the ground just before the gate and stare all the more. With her dark chakra flowing over her hands, it would mix with her blood as the drops fell onto the ground before her. One. Two. Three. The ground before her would begin to move and shake as from the dirt came shooting up a hand that would look as if death had not been kind to this creature. But it was not just one. Just as quickly, a second came shooting through the soil towards the sky. Slowly, they would begin to pull themselves from the ground. The heads being half skeletal and half skin clad. The eyes to be hollow yet would hold a silvery glow to the very centers that would be just about the same color as Nali’s eyes. The wraiths would continue to crawl their forms from the ground. Standing before her, they would have looked like something from the battles of old. Shinobi of the last century. Yet here they stood and looked to Nali as if awaiting her order. Nali’s eyes looked to Godrick, not having heard what had been said by him about him being in a genjutsu. All she knew was this man had just fucked up.

She might be hurt once more but at this point, she didn’t care. Walking to the two wraiths, she’d just about growl out her commands to them. “Stop Godrick Fuma by whatever means necessary. But do not kill him. Injure him. But he is to remain alive.” Her bloody fingers ran across the lips of first one wraith then the second. It was as caressing as a lover’s touch and their lips shown crimson with her blood. The seal was set. Without another word, the three took off running towards the man. Nali’s eyes caught the movement of Mugan and her medical training had noticed his injuries. But they would have to wait until the giant came crashing down.

Taking hold of her dual scythe once more, she’d spin it above her head a bit before she’d snake one end to cup around the left ankle of the man. Not caring if she cut the skin, she’d pull back to try and catch him at the ankle. Perhaps she’d cut his ankle. Maybe she’d trip him. However the need to stop him was overwhelming. Her anger for even attacking his sons was great especially when his blood born son was just returned with a great amount of blood spilt doing so. One of the wraiths came around to his right side with bony talons for hands aiming to slash at the man’s side with no caution other than being compelled to not kill him. From the back, the second wraith would begin to try clawing down his back. The compulsion too great not to try and injure the man with every slash of its talon like claws.