Variable Approach

Altar arrived at the borders of Amegakure, the rain falling on his head. He had made it this far alive, and felt refueled by the falling rain. Tenebris probably wasn't enjoying it, flying well out of detectable range, still keeping an eye on the Genin as he walked forwards on the border. Altar was both well prepared, and very underprepared for what he had to do next. He knew in the back of his head he could very well die, but it was something he was strangely okay with. He felt he had all the tools necessary to fight off almost anyone who would oppose him, but wasn't sure he could use them all as well as he would've liked. But now was not the time to back off and return home with his tail between his legs. He would either finish what he had set his mind to, or die in this place.

As he approached Amegakure, the bitter taste in his mouth returned, and he only grew more sure of what was about to be done.

~Topic Closed~