Kurushimi

The owl's explosion sent Deidara flying across the battlefield. His back collided harshly with the thick trunk of a tree, even cracking it's thick bark. Luckily, a rather large branch lay but a few feet below, breaking the ninja's subsequent fall before more damage could be done. He landed feet first but stumbled, unable to keep steady, stumbled to a fall. Slowly, as the pain from the blast was still intense, the artist rose to his feet, but fell back against the the large trunk of the tree, panting heavily. The kamikaze attack had cost him greatly. His robe had been utterly destroyed; his ninja vest survived however. Several burns and bruises could be seen across his face and arms.

Still breathing heavily, Deidara reached into his sac. "Heh, I'm running low on clay." He spoke to himself, "I'm gonna end this quickly. Hmm." Pulling out another batch of clay, he clapsed both hands over it. The small chewing sound. This should be enough. He thought, tossing his creation into the air. As usual, a large cloud of smoke appeared around his creation. Upon clearing, the smoke revealed the artist's latest work. A beast of mythical proportions, a behemoth among insects. It had a tail like a tree trunk. It's wings were comparable to those of planes. A being that one could only hope to see in folklore or fairytales had appeared; the mystical dragon. It flapped it's wings, hovering steadliy beside the branch, and the resulting air current was like a hurricane on the ground below. "The C2 Dragon, my favorite." The artist said smiling as he leapt upon the beast's back. With his creator saddled safely, the monster took off into the air, flying above all the trees of the forest. Deidara stood atop, gazing around at the forest below, searching for his opponent. The moment he'd find him, would be the last of his life.

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~ Credit to Ultimate_Gohan for the signature.