Area One- Desert Area

[Kidate]

The desolate landscape streaches as far as the eye can see. Rolling hills of sand rise up into the light blue sky, and become the only sorce of shade. The sun beats it's rays onto the sands, as though venting it's wrath onto the unsuspecting grains. No oasis nor speck of water grace this dry land, and it has been long since abandoned by even the toughest plant.

But, this small area lies, no in the Land of Wind, but in the Land of Fire. Not many are sure how this land came to leave Suna, but now Konoha shinobi use the land to train. This land is cruel, and training is only for those truly determined.

Are you prepared?

(NOTE: DO NOT POST HERE UNTIL YOU PM KIDATE!!)

[Izanagi]

The Desert.

Izanagi gave a small hmph as he gazed upon the shifting red sands of the vast desert, located in the Wind Country. He had never been here before-the missing-ninja was not one for hot, dry environments. You had to admit, though, the sheer size of the desert was an impressive sight, although it didn't exactly make him fall to his knees in awe.

Being the criminal he is, Izanagi cannot stay in one place for very long at all, lest he be captured by ANBU hunter-nins. He thought that, in this particular area, he would be safe. For now, at least. It was a flat patch of sand in a rolling sea of dunes, with a cluster of large, dark red stones lodged in the ground.

Pulling a wide-brimmed rice hat over his face, so the only exposed part of his body was covered from the unforgiving sun, he lay on a rock with a flat top, staring at the horizon from the small gap of visibility provided by his hat.

[Kidate]

Makai grinned cheerfully as he dashed across the desert, joyfully kicking as much sand as he could. The fine sand seemed to be lighter than air for a moment, floating in a way that was nearly graceful as the wind picked it up and took it off into the distance. The Seven Swordsman rarely got to enjoy a sandy area. It was almost surprising the way he loved such a dry enviroment, but it never failed to make him grin. After all, there was few places that could be considered such close kin to the ocean as a desert.

Purple eyes scanned the desolate area, before spotting a figure, laying peacefully on a rock. A wide brimmed hat cover them, and Makai scornfully thought about how overheated that person must be getting when they were completely covered. Makai's already wide grin threatened to split his face in two and and stopped kicking sand and instead began speeding his way towards the rock, determined to attack the man. While wasting energy in such an enviroment may sound like folly, the Seven Swordsman figured that the figure could be easily taken out (after all, one didn't become a Seven Swordsman by being run of the mill), and then the Former Mist nin could take his supplies. Which meant Makai could stay in the desert even longer. Grabbing a blade in both hands, Makai jumped in the air, bringing his dark sword to his chest in instinctive defense, and using gravity and his strength down with the intent to slice the man below him in half.

[Izanagi]

Without a moment's hesitation, Izanagi rolled backwards on his shoulders and pushed off of the rock with his hands, which made him fly into the air, safe from the stranger's assault. The wind whipping his loose clothes in frenzy, he reached behind his back with one hand and pulled out two kunai knives, then threw them at Makai with pinpoint accuracy.

Izanagi landed on another rock about eight feet away from his opponent. With his right hand, he added four shuriken to the volley of projectiles. With his left hand, he kept his hat lowered over his face to keep the sun out of his eyes.

[Kidate]

Makai frowned slightly, a bit miffed that his easy prey was quickly becoming more tiring. With a wave of a black sword, the two kunai were sent flying two his right. The former Mist Shinobi landed lightly on the rock, a move that seemed completely contrary to his build, before pushing roughly against his makeshift platform, flying out towards his quary, head bend forward to avoid the hail of projectiles.

Makai's hands worked expertly with his swords as he clacked the two togethers, locking them into a single blade. Holding the ying-yang-esque sword in a firm grip, his left hand grabbed a few shuriken and flung them with a reckless abandon- on strait forward, while the other two arched towards the strange man's left and right. One foot bend forward, ready to push of the rock he was hurtling towards in any given direction.

[Izanagi]

Izanagi stayed silent. Who was this guy? Why was he attacking him? No doubt to steal anything he might have on him. He looked to have some skill, being able to dodge his projectiles. Nevertheless, Izanagi had no choice but to defend himself. He hoped he would not have to kill the man.

A barely noticeable flicker of movement on Izanagi's part, and the Shuriken stopped in mid-air and fell to the ground. The wind suddenly blew up a curtain of sand, blocking the two ninja's view of each other. Izanagi took this opportunity to form a handseal. "Shadow Clone Jutsu..." He muttered, soft enough so Makai could not hear. When the wind stopped a second later, however, there was no clones there. He did not move from his position, waiting for his opponent to do something.

[Kidate]

Curses flying from his mouth, Makai flipped twice in the air, landing firmly, and jumped back. The wave of kicked up sand blew up in frount of him, and he could see his shurkien scattered around. The sand floated in a cloudy wall, completely obscuring his view of the opponent. The Seven Swordsman sighed, bringing his hands together in a flurry of motion. A massive amount of water gushed out from his mouth, soaking the area. The sand around him crumbled inward, like the unbalanced remains of a sandcastle after being hit by the incoming tide. Another series of seals brought the water together into a dozen water clones.

With a firm nod at the water beings, Makai jumped onto the rock he had charged off of just seconds before, and stared hard at the nin just eight feet away from him. "Oi. I don't feel much like fighting in a place like this. Just drop your supplies and go on with your life. Otherwise, I'm going to have to get serious."

[Izanagi]

Izanagi gave a tired glance at the number of clones. This meant that Makai had Shinobi training, and was probably from the Mist Village, since they specialized in water Ninjutsu. After a few seconds of observation, he spoke.

"I'm afraid not, friend. If I lose my supplies, I won't be able to get out of this godforsaken place alive."

The missing-ninja paused once more, before continuing.

"Water Clones, right? Never been much of a fan of Water Style."

Izanagi's form seemed to shimmer, then disappeared. His speed was great enough so he could not be seen, and he kicked up small waves of water where ever he went. He ran amongst the clones for half a second, then settled into visible spectrum in the middle of all of them. Not long after that, they all collapsed into water. His hands were a blur as a series of handseals were made.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu." He said in a deadpan tone, then proceeded to breath out a large, blazing ball of fire at Makai.

(If killing off the Water Clones was god modding, lemme know.)

[Kidate]

(I'm so sorry for the delay! Busy busy busy...and, no. Killing water clones simply stops a technique.)

Blazing heat exuded from the fire hurtling towards Makai, which added uncomfortably to the already sweltering conditions. The slight amount of sweat that had built up on the base of his neck increased dramatically, and the Seven Swordsman had to curb the instinct to wipe at the moisture there. Instead, his hands came together in another set of hand gestures. Again, the touret of water spewed from his mouth. It hit the fireball dead on, and white steam rose to once again, though this time the obstacle did not completely block his vision. A new smile grew on the nin's lips- this time also of enjoyment, but with an added flavor of bloodlust. The feral grin was what the others had come to head as a warning- Makai's already meager sence of sanity and fairplay had left the building.

Picking up both swords, Makai's voice rose over the sands, as the hissing of water and heat mixing faded away. "Well, you dying isn't my problem. Infact, it's my solution." And with those words the shinobi launched himself at his enemy, both weapons gleaming in the harsh sunlight with a ferocity that matched their master's. Makai reached the other nin in a flash, and sliced at Izanagi's head with the black blade, while the white one fainted an sweeping attack from the right, and instead twisted around to the right side and made it's attack there, both flying at speeds that should have been impossible for their size.

[Izanagi]

((I was beginning to wonder if you forgot... ))

Izanagi observed through eyes drooped in annoyance. Just when he thought he could relax for a while, this guy came along and attacked him...the missing-nin decided to finish this quickly, so he could have a nice lay-down.

He lowered both of his arms, with his hands held out and palms open. A kunai fell from his sleeve and onto his hand, which he held onto. Another came from hiding and fell on his other hand. Now armed, he brought them up to meet both of his swords, the four weapons hitting each other with a loud clang. Izanagi's arms shook ever so slightly from the effort of holding Makai back, he was stronger than he had anticipated.