Tending the fields

The taste of politics was bitter on his tongue. Negotiation give and take these were not the ways of Funka. Not the ways of Taios. He swallowed the bitter salve with the burn of liquor to make it go down smoother. He knew he wasn't the most intelligent, but even he could see an opportunity that had not presented itself in living memory. "I will send him a message, the blood of Funka and the blood of this new Kumo seen the same, at least to a common soldier as myself. It will be up to the dark master to decide the rest."

He would order one final bottle. Tall and black, the neck twisting this way and that. The contents dark, the sweet and bitter smell wafted as the cork was removed. Throwing the whole bottle back he began to drink in earnest. Heavy, loud gulps as the entirety of the bottle spilled down his throat, only a small tickle of the stuff issuing from the corners of his mouth into his beard. Once he had finished he let the bottle fall to the floor to shatter. "As for your repayment, I'd see it measured."

His left foot would kick out aimed at the stool Youka was perched on. The trajectory would send the raikage into Taios who had shifted to bring his right knee up and both hands down. His massive hands would grab the shoulders of the leader to torpedo his skull into the kneecap of the Funka nin. Now this was politics.

Attempting to start a scuffle with someone while a evil bijuu siphoned power from your body wasn't his smartest idea yet. He noted the kick coming, however stopping it was out of his realm at the moment as his normal reaction time had dropped as well. As his weight shifted from stability to fuck this is going to hurt, his right leg hit the ground first while his left hand gripped the bar they had previously been sitting at. This helped steady and displace the force of him being pulled down into what would have been pretty messy. However since he was already in a lowered position he pressed off of his leg to push his body forward into a shoulder charge into the males mid section.

He'd honestly just have to go with the flow on this one, and see just how many attacks he could take in this state.

The shoulder his his midsection like a torpedo. Ready for a counter attack he felt his skin reactively harden, the muscles flexing throughout his abdomen, his chest leaning forward to take the blow. As he made contact he would feel his breath leave his lungs to wash over Youka's back, trickles of liquor and blood spattering the back of the man.

However, at the same time as this his original plan hadn't really altered. While he's have liked to see the man's nose break and spattered, his hands continuing in their original action now missed his opponents skills and pressed down on mid back. His knee already coming up would now surely make contact with his opponents abdomen, right above the navel. Hoping to have knocked the breath from his opponent he would let the new momentum transition the move. Arms sliding quickly from pressing down to wrapping around the waist of his foe, he would heave and lean back with Youka's attack.

If all went according to plan this would cause Taios to lift Youka from the earth, bringing them both hard onto the ground. Several tables splintering as they crashed downwards, leaving deep gouges in the floor.

Rolling to his stomach he would hope to be over top the other man, however instead of an attack he took a defensive mind and stood back up backing away slowly. If allowed he would watch Youka do the same, laughing and wiping the feint blood from his lips. "Politics...." He would say in his low gravely voice. This time when he stepped forward the armor that Coated his lower legs would burn and open up, allowing the man to step away from it. Releasing the clasp of the bloody moon he would let it clatter to the floor next to the plate mail. One of the chairs nearby igniting from the heat of the molten armor being removed.

His knees bending and taking more of a wrestlers stance than a boxers, Taios would keep his eyes trained on Youka, completely ignoring the fire so close to his flesh. "A rebuttal perhaps?"

Well at least the one attack he had wanted to land sort of went off without a hitch. Feeling the blows force even through the armor he could hear the males breath leave his lungs, sadly it was a short lived happy feeling. The next moment he was the one gasping for air as he had moved too far in and caught the males knee with his abdomen, luckily it was just shy of his solar plexus.

The funka nin knew how to use momentum and interia unfourtunatly and used the Kages forward weight to assist him with his throw. As they both crashed downward through tables and chairs his armor fortunately displaced some of the force saving his insides from shifting any further from the rotting they had already taken. Mortarion caught his breath and quickly spit out a slightly larger than usual volume of blood due to the rotting of his internal organs. Readying his body for the oncoming onslaught of blows from above the male actually stopped and moved backwards slowly watching.

He would in turn do the same as well standing slowly to his feet and watching as the males weapon burned and ignited everything it touched. In turn he did the same unlatching Silence his man reaper from his back and placing it against a chair, the acid eating away quickly rotting the chair. He would love to return the favor of removing his armor, sadly it was more part flesh than anything keeping all his organs together.

If the male would take a more lowered center of gravity stance p, then the kage would take a standing form more akin to a boxer, preferring to be quicker and rely on striking over grabbing.

"No, no rebuttal, come."

His eyes would swirl red altering his speed and perception back to his normal standards before the bijuu started experimenting on his body.

Taios watched as the man positioned himself in a boxing stance. He already knew the man was strong, a striker perhaps. Someone who wanted to get their hands dirty, well he could admire that. He however preferred things slightly different, up close in the thick of it. It wasn't always easy moving past a strikers hands to get inside their guard. It was the most difficult job, but once done the results were often rewarding.

Remaining on the balls of his feet he came in closer. He had shaken the man's hand at a decent distance, it had been strategic. He had a pretty good guess at the man's reach and there for stayed outside of it. He however had much longer arms, virtue of his tremendous height. His first shot was a feint. His right hand aimed at the other man's body below his boxing guard.

However as his hand moved closer he dropped his center of his gravity and shot in for a double leg. If done correctly his left would wrap the kage'S leg and his head would help in the momentum of taking it to the ground. From there he would have to see the others response to plan his next move. All around people were either running out, or to drunk to realize their lives were endangered. Those select few sat at table or moved their drinks further away watching the scuffle.

Remaining in a neutral boxers stance favoring his right hand the kage watched the males charge cautiously. He could tell from the height that he would be at a disadvantage reach wise causing him to be more reactive than preemptive in his methods. It seemed funka spared nothing on its ninja when training them in fighting, an interesting place indeed he'd have to visit.

Mortarion would have to be on his toes and react in the same moment his new "friend" did if he wanted to stay on his feet against a grappler. The first attempt from the Taios lacked the initial iniative that his first original attack had carried with it. The plague prince had a 50/50 chance of it either being a feint or the tall male was attempting something much more dangerous. He too had been calculating and analyzing the male and from what he saw the funka nin preferred to be quick and efficient .

It was during these seconds that the kage had decided he'd bet it on a feint and allow the male to commit to his plan of action before he retaliated to pay Taios back for the toss. It'd have to be a fast counter to say the least as he didn't know the males reactive speed but from what he gathered he wasn't lacking in many facilities on the physical plane. Sure enough the funka nin reached with his right almost telegraphing it before in a moment his center was dropped once more aiming to take the fight to the ground once more.

Timing his rhythm with that of Taios he'd gamble it and take a fast yet short hop backwards just as the males arms would close around his legs. In the same moment that he'd land he would step forward on his left carrying his right leg and arm forward with an aimed right hook to the males left head side before shifting his weight into a left standing uppercut to the males jaw to re right Taios's body to a standing position. This would effectively reset their playtime once more to both males standing.

Of course this was if his gamble payed off, if not he'd be on the ground once more and having to deal with what may come next.

The two blows landed perfectly, causing a copper taste to fill his mouth coating his tongue. Far from upset he appreciated the blood letting. What was a fight with out the sacred sacrifice of ones life blood. As his body was brought back standing however he waisted no time for idle prayer, preferring works. Before Youka's arm could reset from the upper cut he spat hard sending a shower of blood to cut off the kage'S vision.

He aimed it to coat those red eyes however obscuring his vision even for a moment Was all he really needed. The man fancied himself a boxer, it was time to return the favor. The first blow was a left straight, aimed for chest of the priest. At full strength even if he blocked Taios was hitting hard enough to place him on the back foot. The second blow was a right haymaker directed at the temple of the priest.

With both strikes he aimed to get closer, taking steps with the blows shortening the distance between them. Should his right send him off balance Taios would circle to his left to meet the kage after he stumbled from the haymaker. Leaning hard against the priest he would sink his arms into hooks with his opponent. Pressing him against the bar his breath would be hot on the neck of Youka.

Around them a macabre of sounds had started to occur. The rancid acid from the scythe spread sizzling through the wood around it. Taios' own weapons had caused a small fire to only grow larger as several dropped liqueur glasses exploded from the heat. Still more the civilians began to yell, realizing this was no longer a spectacle, but a threat to their safety. Taios flexed, his strength pinning him with the kage as he brought up his left knee hard into his opponents thigh. The blood still dripped from his mouth to land on the macabre armor, sizzling as it did.

Mortarions blood was beginning to boil over at this point as the rush of battle once more. It seemed the bijuu inside him was enjoying the spectacle as well as he had quieted and long since stopped attempting to corrode his body from the inside while the punches were landing. Which to the plague prince was a welcome change of pace, he rather take the physical blows over rotting intestines. He was enjoying himself to the point a smile appeared on his sickly face once more subconsciously.

After the two blows connected the kage expected a quick remark from the funka nin, as he did seem to enjoy those. However what came from the males mouth was blood and saliva mixed, he'd have to use his same arm to block the tactic which inevitably did the same function as getting it in his eyes but only for a short time. That's when the first blow fell against his bulky armor, the force still enough to be felt but more so distributed and deafened than centralized and impactful.

Neither of them were attempting to block blows each one was met with anticipation and gritted teeth to see who would be the first to fall. If this wasn't his village he wouldn't care about the damage or the possibility of civilians being harmed. So as the haymaker hit his head sending it to the opposite side of his shoulder and he felt the pain and the blood trickle from the now open wound. At that moment he knew the fight would have to be moved, and he had to forcibly stop one of the eight chakra orbs he had floating around him from attempting to heal the blow.

Catching his balance on back foot as the male attempted to slide around him the kage would launch a forceful low kick to his shins to cut off that avenue of travel. Akouy taking matters into his own hand without being given the signal from outside the bar calmly walked in and began prepping his teleportation jutsunensuring to cover both combatants and their weapons in the space time jutsu. In a few moments of neither had left the field they'd be outside the village also away from the rotting fields and roaming stragglers to ensure no unfair advantage was had. Mortarion would look upon the male once more with a new fire in his eyes before carnage slipped through his skin covering his face fully once more and a twisted more sinister smile showed.

"Let us truly enjoy this "talk" I wish to speak of many things."

The blow to his shins halted his movement and caused the funka nin to take a step to the side. Pacing as the fire crackled around he made to reset up his stance when another entity arrived. This one erected some kind of shell of chakra and it was enough for Taios to wait. He doubted the kage was trying anything unfair, anyone who would welcome blows as he he had must have a degree of integrity.

As he suspected it wasn't an attack, and instead he found himself transported to some kind of field. Ignoring the nausea in his stomach the look the man gave when carnage covered his face made his own split into a wicked smile. His pointed death glinting in the sun, his voice barked out. "Well if your on a show yours........" He would say as the chakra around him seemed to rip into existence. He had wanted to keep his bijuu a secret. A weapon to pull out later, but the blood lust was already to deeply in him.

The next sound was akin to a scream, though far more inhuman. Golden chakra erupted around his body as he pulled forth the entirety of the bijuu' strength. He was hold only for a moment though as at that time his hands crushed together as fists. What had been gold quickly ignited into a shifting black and red. The heat would immediately kill any vegetation at his feet, even 10 meters away the grass would wither with the drier spots igniting. The lava armor burned with 50 power around Taios and 100 directly on his skin.

"I'll show you mine...." He would say though now the voice of Sargatanas seemed to be transposed over the man's. Stepping off his foot he charged once again straight at the kage. His right hand coming in for a hook that if left unblocked would crash into the other man's ribs seeking to shatter them. Even as this hand came around two more fists appeared from seemingly no were. One straight out his chest to crush into the kage'S chest and anther of his left shoulder mirroring his right hand in destination. His actual left hand up like a boxer ready to block.

As he stood at the ready for anything that might happen the words that the male spoke caused him to pause for just the briefest of moments. He knew that he was the sole creator of the symbiote so Taios shouldn't have had one. His thoughts were brought back to reality however when the chakra density in the air grew even more heavy and foul around the male who was all smiles as well. Mortarion knew what bijuu chakra felt like and this was indeed that except for a slight taint, just like his own it didn't feel like a normal beast the same way Echo's felt.

Unfourtunatly for Mortarion Epidemus refused to share his power and instead poisoned his body constantly. He wanted to see just how much chakra was pumping through the males body now as it had been enough to actually cover his body entirely. The slit in the middle of his forehead once again opened fully revealing the milky byakugan and as it activated the veins in his forehead pulsed and carnage formed once more to allow the opening of the eye. He could see an enormous amount of chakra leaking off the males body.

Under carnages film his eyes spun once more into their rinnegan state, if Taios was going to be as serious as he was letting on then the kage wouldn't be able to take it easy on the man. He watched the spectacle as the ground around the male died and cracked from the heat emanating off of his body it was a heat that he could feel very well through the armor as well.

" I'm going to need to borrow some of your energy Akuoy, just enough to put me back to normal till this spar is over."

The clone nodded and in a moment the energy transfer was complete and the clone lost a little of its balance and it moved away from where the main confrontation would be happening. As the charge started he could track everything with both dojutsu allowing him to make a strategic play. As the male came in for the first blow it was blocked with a half guard and before his rinnegan, the byakugan picked up two more chakra entities growing. Before they were fully formed an invisible field warped around him sucking away all chakra constructs in the vicinity. In that moment he launch a quick punch of his own but quite different in the form of both his fist blasting forward at straight baring followed by a gust of powerful force centered on the males entire upper body. The force would carry the male backwards in the form of a raging tiger. Taios would feel two hits one being the concussive force of the compacted air and the second being the force of the explosion from the air releasing itself once more.

"That was rather tricky sir, haven't used that punch in a while."