He could feel them from every corner of the desert. Watching, waiting, breathing down his neck. Though the winds were proving to be the better of him though, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing him fall to the snare of unrelenting fear. That being the case, he began to mentally prepare a plan for them should they attack before he reached civilization. Strange as it was, as much as he was a fish out of water, he knew that the enemy that had tracked him all the way from the green city of Konoha was just as easily out of their element. Confusing and unyielding, the desert was, or at least this part, was clearly a no-mans-land of sorts. He hadn't even seen a traveling caravan in ages and that in itself was a bad sign. There was little wonder then that Sunagakure itself was never invaded, the very desert itself defended them from harm. Feeling the pressing of their minds on his, the tell tale signs that their minds would soon open to him began to occur. First there was just that awkward loud whispering sensation, followed by a clearly defined even louder than the wind cast of voices. Frizzle, frack, he was out of time. Ninjutsu would have to be the key to victory but he couldn't expend too much energy fighting them.
He'd have to fall back on a tried and true method, that of the bind . . . and then bounce. Deciding which bind to use or when to use it would be easy, but listening more into their conversations of the mind; he found out that they didn't even know exactly who he was. Well that certainly made his job easier, they knew that he was a shinobi of Konoha but not that he was such a high ranking figure. Perfect! Stopping dead in his tracks, shadows soon edged upon him, even in the howling storm. Encircling him, the bodies of four darkly dressed individuals could be seen with masked faces. Why they were traveling in the hot sun with dark colors on, eluded him but with his own white robes rippling in the wind; he knew that there was no time like the present to make his statement of intent. Though he gave off a fearful aura, it wasn't of his doing that they were excessively afraid of him. They were green and, well . . . he was considered a high priority whoever he was. Bleh, they'd better not wake up the sandworms with their crying when he was through with them. Wasting no extra time, he loudly yelled at the top of his lungs, "It's morphin' time!" ;before he leaped into battle. Aside from the occasional putty like sounds of fist meeting flesh and dully padded garments, it would have seemed to have been light work if Umashi wasn't eerily aware of the fact that the fight was going along a little too easy. Ducking, dodging, right hooks and roundhouse kicks proved to be far quicker than ninjutsu and yet the effort that his pursuers met him with was laughable at best. This however got him to thinking that maybe they were just the welcoming party, that or the testing round. If they were from the Akazora then they were just messege bringers, however if their purpose lay in something far more removed from his present like his past . . . well then they were only going to rise doubly as strong when he put them down. He could risk neither.
OOC: Going to go with random rolls FTW!
WC = 584
He'd have to fall back on a tried and true method, that of the bind . . . and then bounce. Deciding which bind to use or when to use it would be easy, but listening more into their conversations of the mind; he found out that they didn't even know exactly who he was. Well that certainly made his job easier, they knew that he was a shinobi of Konoha but not that he was such a high ranking figure. Perfect! Stopping dead in his tracks, shadows soon edged upon him, even in the howling storm. Encircling him, the bodies of four darkly dressed individuals could be seen with masked faces. Why they were traveling in the hot sun with dark colors on, eluded him but with his own white robes rippling in the wind; he knew that there was no time like the present to make his statement of intent. Though he gave off a fearful aura, it wasn't of his doing that they were excessively afraid of him. They were green and, well . . . he was considered a high priority whoever he was. Bleh, they'd better not wake up the sandworms with their crying when he was through with them. Wasting no extra time, he loudly yelled at the top of his lungs, "It's morphin' time!" ;before he leaped into battle. Aside from the occasional putty like sounds of fist meeting flesh and dully padded garments, it would have seemed to have been light work if Umashi wasn't eerily aware of the fact that the fight was going along a little too easy. Ducking, dodging, right hooks and roundhouse kicks proved to be far quicker than ninjutsu and yet the effort that his pursuers met him with was laughable at best. This however got him to thinking that maybe they were just the welcoming party, that or the testing round. If they were from the Akazora then they were just messege bringers, however if their purpose lay in something far more removed from his present like his past . . . well then they were only going to rise doubly as strong when he put them down. He could risk neither.
OOC: Going to go with random rolls FTW!
WC = 584