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Kakuzu came to a sudden halt. His uniform was twisted & tattered, & the battlefield around him, once a forest was reduced to a wasteland of craters in the ground. Trees were uprooted, ground torn asunder, & even the sky bled raindrops from above. Kakuzu himself grasped his left arm w/ his right. The left was detached, w/ the fractions beyond the wrist blown across the landscape. The same held true for much of that same side - Ribs, small organs, everything - Gone. Tendrils were oozing from the gaps. Yet, he remained firm, "The last bounty of the day, come out!"

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Ooc - Go.

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Kurushimi

OOC: I'll take you on.
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"Hmph" a disdaining grunt was heard from within the shadows. Slowly a figure appeared, bearing a shape quite different from what you'd expect from a human. His body was rather large and a long scorpian could be seen behind him. As this figure came into view his attire was revealed. He wore a cloak as black as night with red blood clouds scattered across its surface. The newly arrived spoke in a cold, apathetic tone, "Kakuzu, what exactly are you doing?"

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The immortal strained a turn & glared toward the puppeteer. With his remaining hand, he cracked each individual finger into position. He then proceeded to twist his neck until two loud cracks were heard from beneath his turban. Kakuzu finally began to speak, annoyed, possibly angered, "Word has it I can fetch a pretty penny off the prey out here. Sasori, if you think you can stop me, I’ll cash you in for so much - My great grandchildren could retire off it," the behemoth-sized being laughed.

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Ooc - I generally don’t like the first move, so go ahead.

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Kurushimi

"Smug, little brat" The puppeteer said with a hint of pique in his voice. "You had better watch your words."

An arm reached up from under his cloak, removing the mask that, up until now, had been covering the artist's face. He opened his jaw wide, revealing a large, circular whole at the back of his mouth. Instantly a stream of sharply pointed bolts darted out, each aimed directly at the immortal warrior.

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"Akasuna no Sasori - the puppet master of the Hidden Sand. He uses poison-soaked blades in battle to slowly wear away at the opponent. Without an antidote, I have no chance of surviving if hit," he thought to himself, "Therefore, those hunks of metal must be avoided at all costs." With that thought, Kakuzu darted his middle & pointer fingers into an upright position with the others curled in a fist. This was followed by a sudden crack in the ground, & then the explosion of tendrils shooting up from within, similar to that of a wall between Kakuzu & the artist’s blast of Kenjutsu.

-Bam-

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Ooc - A wall of tendrils, not exactly Canon, but it works, yes?

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Kurushimi

OOC - Sure.

A deep crevice was formed in the Earth's crust. A wall of black tendrils shot from it's core. The needles collided with the wall, each one having little affect on the barrier. The puppet master raised his left arm. It was large and wooden, with a dozen or so rods jutting randomly from the forearm. He aimed the wooden arm, through the tendrils, to the place he last saw his opponent. The arm launched off, detatching itself from the joint, and tore through the wall of tendrils. As it reached the other side, the rods that were attatched shot out and opened up, revealing several thin needles, each most likely dabbed with Sasori's special poison, that went on to fly out in all directions. If a single one of these were to hit the immortal ninja the results could prove devastating.

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-Smash-

Ruffled dust clouded the surrounding area as the silhouette of a sewn-up being was shot backwards after a poor attempt to parry so many needles. The sudden snap of Kakuzu’s back against a tree trunk could be heard as well. It took a few minutes for one to understand what just happened. With limited vision, one could barely see his shadow slumped against the busted bark of a once mighty oak. However, as the smoke cleared, it became visible that Kakuzu wasn’t in pain. Instead, his flesh was dyed a rock-shaded brown. Although his uniform was completely tattered, he appeared unharmed - A Doton Jutsu. His slump wasn’t from pain either. Instead, with a single hand, he flipped through signs.

"Doryuu Taigai!" the hateful voice of the immortal screamed.

At his feet came the outward flow of mud - running similar to the rapids of a powerful river.

Toward Sasori.

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Ooc - Kakuzu’s unnamed Doton Hardening, followed by the Filler move Sandaime used against Orochimaru.

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Kurushimi

OOC: Darn. I've run out of attacks Hiruko did in the manga...

A torrent of mud flowed towards Sasori. The puppeteer was quick to react, he leapt up into the air as the raging river of mud flowed beneath. He landed on a branch that extended from one of the few trees that was left. Once again, he opened his jaw. This time revealing a large silver barrel. From this he shot a single projectile, a small black ball. It flew through the air and collided with the ground near his opponents feet. The ball burst open, emitting a cloud of dark, surely poisonous, gas.

OOC: That's probably gonna be my last post for tonight.

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Ooc - Try some Taijutsu. You can also you some more weapons. Since I'm using Doton that Kakuzu never used, you can go ahead & use extra blades, kunai, etc. You also have the poison-soaked tail to use against Kakuzu. Oh! Oh! You could even shoot a Flamethrower from the mouth. Regardless, lets take our time w/ this battle. I'll reply in the morning. I have a headache, & I can't exactly concentrate. Though, I do have my counter-attack prepared. (I'll double-post for my IC reply.)

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The substitution branch lay poisoned & dying from where Kakuzu had previously rested. From Sasori’s standing, the true Kakuzu dashed upstream of the mud river. Yet again, the immortal fanned across the board of hand signs. One after another, they came along until his pointer & middle finger were up to his face. An outward burst of chakra followed, "Doryuudan!" From the call rose of face of a dragon slowly making shape in the river - down to the detail of a glowing orange eye of chakra.

-Blast-

The dragon fired off shots of hardened mud toward Sasori.

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Kurushimi

The rockets of mud collided with the puppet master, his body flung through the air. He crashed onto the forest floor, his body shattered into pieces. "Tch. Don't think you've won so early." a cold voice echoed through the forest. Out of the body of the puppeteer rose a young with crimson red hair. His eyes showed no emotion; they were filled with complete and utter apathy. "This battle real be over soon." he spoke in his usual sinister tone. The boy reached into his cloak, bearing the signature blood red clouds of the Akatsuki, and pulled out a single scroll. "I had quite some trouble collecting this one." he said. The scroll disappeared in a cloud of smoke. This smoke cleared quickly and as it did a new puppet was revealed. He was tall and was draped with a large black coat. "Now, die!" The new puppet extended his arm outward, and from there an assortment of blades popped out. The armed puppet dashed at the enemy, his blades drawn back and ready to strike.