Originally Posted by Mockingbird
Terrain : Either side of the strip of land? Unless you want to go with the standard plain grassy field.
No steal my text colour mein. : <
Ling couldn't help but succumb to the lure of exploration - whether it be a materialistic expedition through swathes of land, property and money; or the curiosity that arose from exploring the immaterial feelings and ideals of men. Discovery in Ling's eyes was a prospect that had driven many a man through trials and tribulations, done in a extreme quest to strive for success until their very last breath had been dealt, and Ling was no different. He, like many other, was a victim of the raw primal instinct that drove legions to a grave at far sea, a sensation as strong as lust, and as profound as pride. A voracious entity that could be impressed through the smallest of journeys, but could never truly be satiated. Ling had naturally set on his journey to fulfill the prior, and thus he stood upon the bridge like strip of earth that held the audacity to split a river. Of course, this place was to serve as nothing more than a pit stop, as hopefully Ling's journey would incorporate more interesting sights.
Nonetheless Ling didn't let the allure of the goal cloud his sight, living in the moment, and not for the moment was a valuable skill in the pursuit of the exploration of life. Thus for now Ling would let his surroundings and his trip so far inspire him, while simply ruminating on his thoughts. Ling began to ponder upon his experiences, appraising each and every one of them, the scents, sounds, feelings, tastes and sights; like a child dreaming about it's toy. About their possessions. Maybe the excitement that Ling gained from exploring stemmed from his want to make it his, everything his. Like the joy created from viewing an apartment or house you're about to buy, inspecting it like a toddler filled with glee. That was of course a surprisingly tenacious thought, one that didn't exactly suit Ling, or at least the Ling in his current frame of mind. Rather it better suited the thoughts of a being who - left to trail out of existence were the Inuzuka's next thoughts, as some scoundrels voice pierced into his awareness.
It was one of the rare occasions in which Ling's hair was left to wildly flow, left to fervently cascade down the sides of his face, onto his lower back, his bangs casting a shadow upon his face. Thus, with a bat of an eyelash Ling's shaded condescending gaze framed by his lackadaisically half set eyelids flickered onto the intruder. Before him stood a half cocked specimen of a human being clad in disgraceful rags, and a blanket of unruly hair dripping from his brow. Well, at least his eyes weren't bad, striking a tone of vague reminiscence to someone, or something he knew...maybe. Although maybe Ling's assessment of the man was a bit harsh, perhaps because of his pisspoor mood; although he felt perfectly fine, happy even. So maybe Ling's appraisal would be more lenient if the intruder were a possession; a subservient being, a servant. Though strange, who would want to own a piece of shit? Or maybe it was shit because it wasn't being owned, being put to good use, like a stallion without a rider, or a sheep with no shepherd. Huh.
It didn't take Ling long to realise that his eyes had likely glazed over, as he had once again allowed himself to drift into the pane of thoughts. Thankfully he returned to awareness just in time to notice the beginnings of the intruders assault.
As the mud rose from around Ling he would adeptly react by releasing a casing of earth from his body. The armour of earth expanding in size, pressing the mud away from his body with a resounding crack to leave Ling unsoiled, literally. Spikes bulging from the armour to peel apart the hardened mud imprisonment, allowing Ling to clear the shattering rock, reclaiming a clear line of vision.
Within quick succession, upon seeing you begin to release your streams of wind and water, Ling would resume by whipping his arms forth as if to issue a triumphant applause. In conjunction with his arm movement he would allow the armours integrity to gather upon his arms before releasing the earthen coating, allowing chunks of heightened earth to jag forth through the air in front of him. With the rocks precariously taking to being airborne, Ling would continue to release an intense wave of wind. The tsunami of air striking against the previously launched earth, carrying the rocks forth to clash against your own attack in attempts to neutralize it.
However, hidden within the shadows of the wind propelled chunks of earth would be several Kunai laden with masses of wind chakra, five to be precise. One would head straight towards you, the two fore-running Kunai would sail forwards towards your sides, while the last two would be thrown at a slower pace, to follow behind the forerunners.
Naturally the front two Kunai would seemingly pose no threat, however upon traversing behind you they would erupt into sizeable tornadoes of wind, alongside the other Kunai. All five of the tornadoes converging inwards onto you in a box formation, with the center Kunai acting as the core for the offense. This wouldn't occur before Ling's resounding voice echoing throughout the area as he uttered but a single weighted word:
As if to enforce the word further, the mans Ninken prowled out from behind the rock in which he previously sheltered.