The Ragdoll Enters The Fray

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She had come here to die.

Breathe in. Breathe out. She wasn't quite sure if it was some far fetched plot of redemption or not. Mai had been a member of Sunagakure's ninja forces, out on a long distance mission, and had come back to find her home in tatters. She had joined the new village reluctantly, despising the current leadership with a simmering hatred in her heart. But the deepest, keenest hatred was for herself. Perhaps a part of her wished she could have died amongst her comrades on the field of battle. Perhaps she just wished Kenshin Uzumaki had never been born.

She pursued arena match after arena match with the reckless abandon of someone who had nothing to lose. She had won about two by then- both against other Pit Dogs like herself. One was no older than her little brother would have been- about twelve, if she was being generous. She had almost died that same day- and part of her wished the younger bandit would have won. Alas, her shinobi training took over, and one thing led to the other... He died almost instantly to her Poison Mist, after she had remembered to use it.

It was time. Mai Uzumaki entered the arena at the eastern gate. A lone figure was standing to her distant right. Upon closer inspection, it was...

Oh.

A million emotions passed through during the following few seconds. Whispers of revenge. Unbridled rage. Grief. Eventually though, she settled on resignation. Today was the day she would try, but she might as well give her opponent (no way in hell was she going to use his name) a little hell before she went down. Although... That might've been exactly what he wanted. She stood tall, looking him in the eyes. Part of her wanted to sit down in the sand, living her last moments in comfort. But in truth, her fate had been sealed the instant she joined the academy. Shinobi often lived and died by the field. Time was just simply catching up to her.

Outside, all it took was a moment or two to come to these conclusions. Her muscles stung as her skin took on a blue green glow- one that signified her B rank Chakra Cloak was active. There wasn't really any time to think much further. Breathe in. Breathe out. This was the end, for better or worse.

[WC: 401]
[Total WC: 401]

AP: 480 - 30 = 450
http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t40080-chakra-cloak

That eerie, maniacal laugh sent a cold chill to her bones. A shiver ran down her spine as a single thought crossed her mind: that was the sound of death. Her death, to be specific. Probably, at least. This was supposed to be filled with sorry bandits and other wannabe badasses that she could handle like it was nothing. Instead she got.....him. Well, if she was gonna go out she might as well go out fighting. Sighing in deep resignation of what was undoubtedly about to happen, Mai Uzumaki inhaled a deep breath before letting out a large fireball straight at the Demon charging her. At the same time, her small, delicate fingers wove through a short series of seals, or at least they attempted to, as a last ditch effort to save herself. She knew it was probably hopeless, but why the hell would that stop her. It never has before. Time to see just how much time she had left.

-20AP for great fireball
-5AP (potentially) for substitution
-15AP for chakra cloak
410AP remaining maybe?

As the fireball disappeared the world went black and the last thing Mai Uzumaki ever saw was the flickering of flame and no opponent before her. She exhaled her last breath and that was that.



She ded

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