Kurushimi

“Your ‘art’ as you called it is nothing more than cowardice!” As Auron's words reached him Deidara's once smug disposition had instantly transformed into anger. How dare he insult his art? How could a fool like him ever understand it? As he thought these things Auron rocketed up into the air. "As a warrior monk of Bevelle, I have picked up quite a few tricks in my time." the swordsman spoke. With that he dashed at Deidara, his blade drawn and ready to attack. Deidara quickly jumped backwards and off the bird in an effort to dodge the oncoming assault. He, however, was not quick enough. The blade tore through the coal black cloak and into Deidara's flesh. Though it was a shallow wound, blood streamed from Deidara's chest as he fell backwards off the giant bird.

"You...how dare you look down on my art!" Deidara said gritting his teeth. He formed a hand seal as he was falling through the air. As he did this a smile appeared across his face. "My art...is a bang." His signature words would be the last thing the swordsman would ever hear for, as he spoke these words, the clay bird, now sliced clean in two, exploded into a glorious blaze, surely engulfing the warrior within it.