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[b][color=004b80][h2]Arima Shuu - Tametomo[/h2]

[Sub]The Red Sages[/sub][/color]

Ame - Suna - Konoha Border, Harvest Festival[/b]

[@Partisan][@Lost in my Mind][@Blue Demon][@Raijinslayer][/center]

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[i][color=004b80]A fire ball?! Holy crap these Confeds are insane![/color][/i]

Flabbergasted by the initiative taken by the redhead female, Arima felt his forehead get warm and damp from the tensions rising. He didn't know what to think of this, it did destroy his clone as proof that he received its chakra upon deletion, but they were otherwise Shuriken. Is surprised him even more that they seemed to have been destroyed by simple fire, but then again it was a peculiar universe. A fireball was heading toward him in response, and he could only deduce that the other guy blocked the shuriken too, unless he was really that bad. 

There weren't many alternatives, but at least Neki could keep things going his way for now. Right? As the poor Newt got its ass handed to it, Arima did what he did best, charge up his magic boots and swiftly gain momentum to jump over the searing sphere of flames, some of his coat gaining a darker tint due to how close he got. Nonetheless, he easily calculated his move here, and upon having line of sight once over the ball, he'd shift his body to land as quickly as he got over the ball, now merely a few meters away from the female (approximately 10 meters?). 

However, the eerie screams of Neki caught the male's attention, causing him to turn his head real quick to check on it. Its feet were burning and it was being assaulted by some cloaked thing. This didn't look good, and Arima would be choking in stress from the fact that he'd be alone against at least two guys. Scratch that, another one just started to talk smack behind him. This was a really shitty situation to say the least.

"[color=004b80]Dammit.[/color]" 

He had a politician, but he was likely not going to live to see the glory of accomplishing such a feat. The one from behind quite evidently hurled something, it looked hot and was coming Arima's way, forcing him to look back and turn his head on his first enemy. Lava? Really? This was getting somewhat crazy. He would undoubtedly being attacked from another angle too, making one option truly viable in this situation. Five han seals were swiftly made until his body was completely coated in lava, only to reveal he had quickly switched places with a chair in a nearby house he hunkered down in to avoid being caught. 

This wasn't good, not only did they have the advantage in numbers but they were also one upping each other with more and more lethal attacks as they went. Swiftly making his way to the roof, he'd kneel down to avoid immediate detection, overwatching the area and hopefully finding an exploitable weak spot in the overwhelming defense the Confederates wielded. Truthfully, he wanted out and call it a day. He was counting on Seijo to finish quickly before he succumb to this endless wave of powerful shinobi. He unknowingly panted the whole time, having been inches from sweet release more than once, and if he hadn't cowered away to recompose himself, he'd would have made it a little too easy for these governmental bafoons to get him. 

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[b][color=f26522][h2]Yakoul Kakariko[/h2]

The Confederation's General of Armed Forces[/color]

The now Fucked Over Festival[/b]

[@GrafRoy Zeppeli][@j8cob][/center]

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[i][color=f26522]Yaaaaawwwwwwwnnnnnn[/color][/i]

The General of armed forces was indeed intrigued by the whole bunch of explosions and killing, especially from the better trained lads. But, its small attention span made it somewhat difficult for it to care about things too much. Getting a decent overlook for many of the combatants, it already made itself a few ideas as to what they were made of. Maybe it didn't have a very focused brain, but in terms of memory it was as efficient as a mule. Some were good, some were okay, any potentials for its new armed forces to exterminate these Red Sages once more and live the glory of war again. 

Yakoul was a bit turned off when there was more ganging up than actual kill and be killed. It almost made the creature feel a bit sad knowing that the Confederation had a big chance of completely stomping the Red Sages before they'd make anything of consequence. Well, at least they captured some top list politician, maybe they'll decapitate him on cam and cause uproars all over the land. One could only hope, sadly. But then Yakoul's ears perked up at the feeling of humidity coming from much closer than the previous mist. This time mist formed at the Compound, except it wasn't from that Red Sage runt that didn't seem to have moved too far away from the fighting grounds. 

"[color=f26522]What do we have here? A bunch of shitheads going full retard on the chiefs? Fuck, I gotta see this anyway.[/color]"

With that, the cat-human-thing swiftly got of its behind and took the time to stretch its back before hoping down in the middle of the melee, swords and shuriken flinging from every side, some even trying to kill the General, all failing miserably of course. Yakoul was equipping its ring claws on each finger, slowly, as it ascended the stairs of the compound and seemed to have entered deep within the hidden mist ability used by some third party assailant. Using its Perfect Symbiosis, Yakoul could easily distinguish who was where and depending on their position and chakra pools, could easily determine their roles here. 

Seijo was easy to determine, especially when she started to brawl with one of the Jonin Yakoul was acquainted to for quite a while now. The massive sack of chakra that seemed to have caused all the big ruckus going on here was also easily found given he was holding a gargantuan tool Yakoul couldn't quite despite everything. Otherwise, it'd notice one female completely knocked out on one side and two more apparently helping each other. Actually, from what Yakoul's powerful ears could hear, it seemed like one of them was the third party that made the mist and the other wanted to shoot down the Rebel leader. It made Yakoul frown, but the deed was already done when it arrived. 

Somewhat impressed for confronting the leader despite their evidently inferior prowess and their need to resort to stealth. Then again, Yakoul never gave a crap about playing fair. Placing a hand on both Mirai's and Kanata's shoulders (robot one for Mirai), the General would give a [i]very[/i] tight grip, the golden claws digging into their skin deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to make blood. It set its head between the two so it could at least be seen by them, given its presence was particularly well hidden. With a gleeful grin, it spoke with its croaky voice. 

"[color=f26522]Well aren't you two just something. Fuck me, I'd pussy out if I were you. Or maybe not. Who cares? But hot damn, imagine you killing queen bitch, with just a shuriken. You'd be more famous than that actress cunt I forget the name of ehhhh.[/color]" 

Its lack of attention took hold again as it actively tried to think of the actress' name, but after a short moment it would pout and stare directly at the supposed direction the fight with Seijo was happening, even if it was sealed up even more. 

"[color=f26522]Hey girly small boobs. Mind lowering that mist, it's making my retarded shirt even dumber and wet. No need to be afraid now, 'cause I'm here to save the motherfucking day! Oh speaking of motherfuckers, mind if I ask you ladies for some hot ass tips for a speech? I need to fear monger a bit here, wake up some idiots there. 'Cause you know, we gotta get rid of these assholes. Right?[/color]" 

It addressed Kanata but also Mirai to an extent when referring to helping it with some speech it was preparing. At this point, it would let go of them, releasing them from the uneasy tension and suffocating chakra it imposed on them. Yakoul wasn't going to harm them, no matter their level of loyalty. It simply needed to get into the decisive scene and distract itself.