Kurushimi

The blade came down on Deidara with amazing force. His body was sliced clean in two. The crowed watched horrified at this gruesome sight. They covered their eyes in horror and disgust. Then, upon peeking through his fingers, a member of the noticed that what was once Deidara's bisected body had turned into a mound of melting clay.

On the other side of the arena an arm shot up from beneath the ground, tearing through the tile like paper. Deidara pulled himelf back up above ground.

"You studied the art of the blade, hmm?" He said. "Let me show you my art."

Upon saying this he reached into the pouch that he kept at his waist-side. The mouths on his palms chewed vigorously on the clay he took out, molding it to the shape of a divine bird. A smoke cloud appeared around the sculpture and Deidara. Upon clearing the once palm sized bird had grown to enormous size. Deidara boarded he creature which proceeded to take off high into the sky.

"He can't reach me from this height...hmm?" He said to himself as he prepared to launch his next attack.