It was the moment he had been waiting for. A true test. In the weeks since his arrival in the village, Kieren had spent much of his time re-familiarizing himself with the area, gathering supplies, and helping with the random tasks village had asked his tribe to help with. Yet here was the event he had hoped for. A group of cultists were reported to be attempting to revive the dead sandworm Barnyx. An unlikely possibility. Still, these cultists clearly worshiped the dead sandworm, an enemy of Mother Suna. For that crime, their lives were fore-fit.
He had been searching for the group over two weeks. It had taken him nearly a week to discover how the group was smuggling their supplies from, and another to track them to their warehouse. Looking up at the doors, the young priest gave a small swallow. Despite only standing at 10 feet, the doors looked somehow more monolithic then they had from across the street. Throwing his hood over his head, he resigned himself to his fate, whatever it may turn out to be. Giving his arms a small stretch, he brought his hands up, summoning his sands. The time had come. A single step forward, and he pushed his hands forward. As if caught in a gale, the sand threw itself against the door like waves on the rocks of a cliff. At first the doors held, though not without giving a mighty stressed cry, and then they began to cave. A small crack at first, yet his sands were relentless, and before a minute had passed, the doors flew inward.
Striding forward, the young priest cracked his knuckles as he cast his gaze about in search of targets. By the will of our goddess Mother Suna, you are all sentenced to death for crimes of heresy. Step forth and your deaths will be quick. Resist the Goddesses judgement, and your suffering will only be greater. As if in response to his commands, a trio of cultists in the garb of suna-nin charged at him from the shadows. Skipping to the side, Kieren dodged as the trio attacked with a barrage of razor sharp kunai. Wagging a finger, the priest almost laughed. He hadn't been struck by kunai since the early days he'd learned to fight. Leaping forward, he planted his forward foot, before giving a powerful kick at the air before him, launching a wave of fire at his opponents. Readying himself for his next moves, the priest finally had to laugh, as two of the three before him fought to put out the flames that had engulfed their clothes. Carrying on with the momentum, he lunged forward once again, driving himself into the non-flaming cultist. Driving his opponent to the ground, his elbow quickly found the ninja's nose, before a flurry of fists had left an unconscious lump of meat beneath him.
Rising, he was mildly surprised to find the pair who'd caught fire are crumpled moaning heaps of burns. Still, it wasn't over yet. Casting his gaze deeper into the warehouse, he found his ultimate goal. Kneeling before an altar, a robed cultist chanted softly. Kieren knew the words. They were the same ancient language his own religion had originated in, and the prayers had been clearly ripped from his own holy texts. Too see his goddesses holy prayers perverted to this disgusting purpose sickened him. Feeling a powerful rage building within him, the young priest surged forward. Swirling behind him, his chakra had summoned all the elements to rage. Rushing up behind the cultist, his hands gripped the mans head in a vice-like grip. Your followers will soon meet you in death. Barnyx shall never threaten this world again, by order of Mother Suna. May your death be filled with the clarity you never found in life. With his edict given, the priest snapped his victims neck. Around him, his chakra continued to rage until the entirety of the altar had been wiped from existence. Letting his power fade, he took a deep cleaning breath before surveying to burning disaster that was the warehouse. Having been subject to his anger, the warehouse was beginning to crumble around him. With a self satisfied smile, he strolled casually from the building as it collapsed around him. The time to return home was here at last.
[MFT - 722]
He had been searching for the group over two weeks. It had taken him nearly a week to discover how the group was smuggling their supplies from, and another to track them to their warehouse. Looking up at the doors, the young priest gave a small swallow. Despite only standing at 10 feet, the doors looked somehow more monolithic then they had from across the street. Throwing his hood over his head, he resigned himself to his fate, whatever it may turn out to be. Giving his arms a small stretch, he brought his hands up, summoning his sands. The time had come. A single step forward, and he pushed his hands forward. As if caught in a gale, the sand threw itself against the door like waves on the rocks of a cliff. At first the doors held, though not without giving a mighty stressed cry, and then they began to cave. A small crack at first, yet his sands were relentless, and before a minute had passed, the doors flew inward.
Striding forward, the young priest cracked his knuckles as he cast his gaze about in search of targets. By the will of our goddess Mother Suna, you are all sentenced to death for crimes of heresy. Step forth and your deaths will be quick. Resist the Goddesses judgement, and your suffering will only be greater. As if in response to his commands, a trio of cultists in the garb of suna-nin charged at him from the shadows. Skipping to the side, Kieren dodged as the trio attacked with a barrage of razor sharp kunai. Wagging a finger, the priest almost laughed. He hadn't been struck by kunai since the early days he'd learned to fight. Leaping forward, he planted his forward foot, before giving a powerful kick at the air before him, launching a wave of fire at his opponents. Readying himself for his next moves, the priest finally had to laugh, as two of the three before him fought to put out the flames that had engulfed their clothes. Carrying on with the momentum, he lunged forward once again, driving himself into the non-flaming cultist. Driving his opponent to the ground, his elbow quickly found the ninja's nose, before a flurry of fists had left an unconscious lump of meat beneath him.
Rising, he was mildly surprised to find the pair who'd caught fire are crumpled moaning heaps of burns. Still, it wasn't over yet. Casting his gaze deeper into the warehouse, he found his ultimate goal. Kneeling before an altar, a robed cultist chanted softly. Kieren knew the words. They were the same ancient language his own religion had originated in, and the prayers had been clearly ripped from his own holy texts. Too see his goddesses holy prayers perverted to this disgusting purpose sickened him. Feeling a powerful rage building within him, the young priest surged forward. Swirling behind him, his chakra had summoned all the elements to rage. Rushing up behind the cultist, his hands gripped the mans head in a vice-like grip. Your followers will soon meet you in death. Barnyx shall never threaten this world again, by order of Mother Suna. May your death be filled with the clarity you never found in life. With his edict given, the priest snapped his victims neck. Around him, his chakra continued to rage until the entirety of the altar had been wiped from existence. Letting his power fade, he took a deep cleaning breath before surveying to burning disaster that was the warehouse. Having been subject to his anger, the warehouse was beginning to crumble around him. With a self satisfied smile, he strolled casually from the building as it collapsed around him. The time to return home was here at last.
[MFT - 722]