Getting back into the swing of things [P,NK]

It seemed the female wished to initiate the battle. She started with a rather simple move, perhaps a test to try and figure out Takeo's abilities. Deciding he would take it easy for now, he too drew a kunai into his hand. As the slash came to him, he would swing the kunai up to meet the one being sent towards him. The kunai would clash together. With that happening Takeo would raise his left knee upwards, aiming to strike the female in the stomach with it while they were close together. He would follow up with a stab towards the left shoulder of the female with the kunai he wielded, of course after using his superior strength to force the arm the female was using to hold the kunai off to the side.

Feeling his kunai clash with the others, he also noticed how he met a resistance that had halted his own movement which gave him sufficient idea of the males strength. Twisting his kunai that was on top however, he had acted quickly in order to try and have the males left arm, which wielded his kunai, continue on it's path past him with his knee still traveling upwards. If this was to succeed, he'd duck his head and weave to the side, twisting his body around in order to hook his arm around the back of the lifted knee of Takeo as he now crouched at his left. If that was to come to fruit, he'd pull the leg up with all of his speed in order to throw the boy onto his back unless something else was to be done.

Takeo felt his leg go out from underneath him, a result of the female pulling on it he assumed. His left hand instinctively went back to plant on the ground behind him, keeping him from falling onto his back for now. His lower body twisted to the left, his right leg coming up to kick the women in the side of the head unless she moved out of the way. Of course this fight was somewhat annoying, giving how the boy was currently only relying on one of his eyes for vision. Said eye was the Uchiha eye he had implanted within him, one which he decided to activate to test the abilities of. Around the time his foot would smack against the side of the girl's head the Sharingan would be activated, if only for visual purposes.

Feeling his arm strike home and lifting his adversary from the ground, he grinned with the feeling of success drenching him in it's sweaty, glorious, marvelous, amazing, spectacular, fantastic, euphoric aura. He turned his head to continue watching the fall of his opponent and noticed an elevated stop, which was quite confusing. He then also noted how a leg was traveling directly towards his head, and in most cases, legs that hit your head tend to be pretty dangerous. He used a new technique developed by an ancient warlord, King Kun Vurlow, most renowned for his battle with King Vun Kurlow, his ancient ancient rival. This technique was of course now used in boxing, it was called the 'Weaving' technique. Xyxer ducked below the leg that was coming towards his head and lifted his hand up, aiming to grab the back of his adversarys pants and stepping backwards, he would tug on them yanking him onto the floor once more unless he decided to turn into a hand walker.

And within a moment, Xyxer was holding onto a wooden log. Takeo was never quite sure why the training towers had them scattered randomly around on each level. He assumed it was for when people needed to substitute out of strange situations, perhaps like now. The female had made a grab for his pants, which was quite a strange move. If Takeo was aware of whom it actually was, he would've understood why they had tried to strip him down. Xyxer was of course infatuated with him, much like this crazy women before him. He stood in the centre of the rooftop now, having used his skills to substitute out from the grip and moved to his feet in a timely fashion. Now came the time to wonder, should he end the fight instantly or let it drag out. Deciding that for now he did not need to bother all that much, he simply let it continue. The kunai he held in his hand was thrown towards the female's head. It travelled at a reasonable speed, one that he decided even this person would be able to keep up with. At the same time he pulled his mask up to cover the lower half of his face. It had been awhile since he had needed to use it. His now kunai free hand moved to the pouch at his hips, pulling out a round ball. He tossed it up in the air casually, the ball landing about three meters behind where the female currently was located. Upon landing the ball 'exploded' outwards in a puff of white smoke, said smoke spreading out five meters in all directions. Luckily the wind had died down almost completely, meaning that the smoke would linger for awhile.

Alas, his fingers grasped onto bark and dirt. He knew his compadre was more than likely filthy, but he thought he would at least have a feeling.. somewhat resembling skin. It was only when he decided to actually tune back into the real world that he noticed there was a log floating just below his hand, indicating that a substitution technique had been used. How nice. It appeared his play toy had now developed a.. not so new trick, but was able to do it much quicker. How that could happen, he did not currently know, but he would have to pay much more attention to the man's quirky attempts at fighting. Retracting his hand, he merely spun his body around and extended his foot in order to hit the base of the log tht faced him, hitting it directly in the center so that it flew towards Takeo, the kunai embedding itself at an angle in the opposite base of the trunk that was heading towards the males torso. Naturally, if all was going to continue as planned, the male would either throw the ball into the log with it exploding directly on him, and it would hit him pretty heftily, or he'd do some other shit I can't be fucked saying right now. If the ball was to continue past the log, the female would simply take multiple steps in the opposite direction of it, not really having anything that impeded her movement against it except a faint breeze. It is also notable to mention that she did in fact, not walk off the training towers.

It seemed it took some time for the female to actually register Takeo was no longer in her grasp. Though they countered the kunai throw with an interesting move, kicking the log in his general direction. The kunai embedded itself within the bark of the log, yet it continued on it's path towards him. A slight adjustment of the wrist at the last second made it so that the ball would sail past the log however, continuing on it's path over towards the female, whom was now backing up. The log was still there however, how annoying. Takeo decided it was time to mess about with his armour, and tapped his left palm. The seal within the glove activated upon the touch, and within an instant the boy was now clad in the armour. His right palm raised upwards quickly, grabbing onto the kunai handle embedded within the log. The boy then spun around, still gripping onto the log. Doing a 360 within a second or so, all while the girl was still backing up, and using centrifugal force he threw the log back towards the female, at a speed of around 125. Of course Takeo remained perfect balance throughout the move, and he simply stood their waiting for how the girl would react to the log. He was still trying to get a gauge of the female's abilities. He had a rough idea of where she was in comparison to himself, though it wasn't spot on yet.

"Ow, that kind of hurt." The female stated, the kunai's handle embedded in her skull with the log's weight pushing her off the side of the building. Or at least, that's what could have happened, if his adversary had aimed better. Instead, the log had traveled over his head, parting her hair in a rather uncouth manner which really rustled her pyjamas. Straightening it up, her eyes remained trained on the mist that was there.. Oh, right. There was now mist or something, maybe smoke.  How queer. Acting quickly, she simply walked off the side of the roof after channeling chakra into her feet, using that to keep her able to walk on the side of the building without plummeting to her death. That'd be kinda cray. Walking down another good ten metres, he started simply to walk around the building to Takeo's last recorded presence, his ears open at all times as well with his eyes looking up in case the bloke did peek over. Man, being cool was hard, he wondered how Xyxer managed to keep it  up all the time.

It seemed that Takeo's aim was not as good as he had hoped. It must've been because he had underestimated his own strength. The female was now gone from the roof, having had to jump to her death in order to avoid the white smoke that was slowly drifting away. Takeo took a moment to mourn the loss of the short lived sparring partner. He had only known her for a moment, yet it felt like they were best friends. Tears flowed out from his eyes, running down his cheeks as he let out a cry of rage. He felt his Sharingan eye burning, the crimson eye's form shifting to that of the fabled Mangekyo Sharingan. That would have likely happened, if Takeo did not possess the ability to sense chakra. Thankfully, it seemed the female was now walking along the side of the building for some reason. Takeo of course had no reason to follow after her, that would just be stupid. Instead the boy walked over to the edge of the rooftop, not off it like the female. He didn't bother to look over, as he had used his amazing powers of deduction to predict where she would come up. Using said skills he placed an exploding tag on the ground and moved back to the center of the rooftop. Now all he had to do was wait until the girl inevitably stepped on the tag and blew herself to smithereens.

Standing now where she believed her opponent would be, she grinned. Using poxy things such as minds eye of the kagura were not really needed, but hey, he was gonna' do it anyway because bebabeebaboop, he's lovin' it. Sensing where the male stood on the roof, his movements had mimicked hers which showed her he had some knowledge at least of his surroundings.. Useful information, if this was to last for long. He had knelt, which was funny, and placed something on the ground it seemed, unless he had a thing for stroking the ground sensually and then breaking the contact like some kind of whore. A simple hammer and anvil technique will need to be used for this. Moving up five meters, his body still not clear on the roof; with his walking gesture, a ten by ten wave of water seemed to push from the air in front of him, moving over the roof and more than likely soaking it, although it would attempt to crash into Takeo and push him off of the roof should his strength be too less. That was not the only move however, as his hand had waved to the side and had conjured another column of water, albeit this time sharpened at the end, in which he swung his arm at an arc in order to have the column of water snake around the building before moving up over the roof, approximately two meters behind Takeo, before swerving in to strike him in his back. He hoped this would be cool and radical and audacious.