Cracking his knuckles, the young priest felt a twinge of anger rising within him. This had been a place of healing, now it was gone. Several days earlier, Kieren's tribe had received a letter, telling them how a creature had attacked the village and asking for help rebuilding. Kieren and his group had already been preparing for a trip to the village for supplies, so they advanced their timetable and came early. Which had brought him to this place. His team was elsewhere, helping to erect the foundation of the new tower, while he had been asked to use his skills in the recovery effort. Closing his eyes, he felt his chakra flowing through him, and began reaching out to the sands around him. Opening his eyes slowly, a soft glow emanated as his gaze shifted over the debris before him. Drawing the sand up, he willed them into streams what swirled around him. Spiraling the streams together, he gave a small cry as his sands broke against the debris, digging through the rock like a drill. Moving slowly behind his sand drill, the youth created walls of earth along the walls of his tunnel, shoring up the ceiling. It only took a few moments to break through the rubble to the lower floors of the hospital. Emerging from his tunnel, the glow faded from his eyes as he let his sands dissipate around him. The morgue. The stench of rotten flesh filled the air, clearly whatever jutsu had been keeping the bodies cool had been dispelled during the attack. It was revolting. Moving over to one of the tables, Kieren examined the decayed body of a woman on the slab. Her body appeared to have been cut open, likely mid-autopsy when the attack happened. Examining the organ trays beside the body, he was horrified to find only partial organs, all bearing teeth marks. Glancing around, they young priest found a little pleasure in the knowledge that the only bodies in this particular morgue were ones that had already been dead. It was during this glance that he noticed something odd. Smeared blood pooled from several bodies which appeared to have been amputated. Strange would not even begin to describe it. Kneeling beside one of the bodies, he examined the body, and the crude knife marks around the missing leg. Grimacing, the priest hardly had time to shake his head before he felt his chakra become engaged. Spinning about, he was startled to discover just what had caused his sands to activate. What could only be described as an Abomination loomed over him. Like a poorly assembled Picasso, the creature made a silent snarl before lashing out at him with a foot attached to it's arm. Recoiling back, Kieren drew his sands up around himself in the form of five serpents dancing in the air around himself, before letting them fly out, striking against the body of his attacker. What the hell are you? Batting aside the first two serpents, the creature was driven to the ground as the second struck against it, and it's seams tore apart as the fourth and fifth drove themselves inside the creature, shredding it at the seams. It was then that a soft gleam caught his eye, a string that ran from the creature's wrist towards the door. Letting his gaze trace the string, he gave an exasperated sigh at the sight of two more creatures in the door way. Like their companion, these two creations that appeared to have been pieced together from the bodies of the deceased.
Motioning for the creatures to come, Kieren drew his sands back to himself. Watching as the creatures began their advance, Kieren gave a small smile as the sand that swirled around him began binding itself to his body. By the time the motley collection of body parts had managed to shamble their way across the room, only the youth's head was uncovered. Lash out out at him, the creatures limbs struck uselessly against the armor-like sand that encased him. As the sand finished encasing him, the youth rolled his shoulders before lashing out at the creatures, destroying them. Disgusting. Striding towards the doorway, the man wasn't surprised when another creature emerged though the doorway. Something was different about this one. It didn't move like the others, it's motions were almost humanly smooth, while it's body appeared to be a mixture of rotten flesh and metal. The creator. Dashing forward, Kieren threw himself into the decayed being, driving it back to the ground. Pushing himself up from the ground, he shook his head as he watched the puppet master fleeing. No you don't. Pushing himself up, he took off after the fleeing creature. He could hear the sounds of the roof collapsing on the morgue behind him, but he didn't care. Whatever this thing was, whatever it had been, it wasn't human any more, and it had committed crimes against his goddess's children. He would have it. Tracking it through several hallways, he finally cornered it. Looming over the half-human creature. For the desecration of the bodies of Mother Suna's children. I sentence you to death. Holding out his hand, the sand that covered his body streamed from his limbs, and wound itself around the half-human creature that cowered before him, encasing all but it's head in a coffin of sand. Clenching his hand into a fist, the sand imploded, crushing the creature's body, and popping it's head off like a child does a dandilions. Taking a cleansing breath, the priest examined the room he was in. A file room, the very one he had been sent to recover from. With a self satisfied chuckle, he gathered up as many files as he could, along with the creatures head, and began his ascent to the surface. With his return, not only were many valuable documents recovered, but also the former medic Tarou was confirmed dead, once and for all.
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Motioning for the creatures to come, Kieren drew his sands back to himself. Watching as the creatures began their advance, Kieren gave a small smile as the sand that swirled around him began binding itself to his body. By the time the motley collection of body parts had managed to shamble their way across the room, only the youth's head was uncovered. Lash out out at him, the creatures limbs struck uselessly against the armor-like sand that encased him. As the sand finished encasing him, the youth rolled his shoulders before lashing out at the creatures, destroying them. Disgusting. Striding towards the doorway, the man wasn't surprised when another creature emerged though the doorway. Something was different about this one. It didn't move like the others, it's motions were almost humanly smooth, while it's body appeared to be a mixture of rotten flesh and metal. The creator. Dashing forward, Kieren threw himself into the decayed being, driving it back to the ground. Pushing himself up from the ground, he shook his head as he watched the puppet master fleeing. No you don't. Pushing himself up, he took off after the fleeing creature. He could hear the sounds of the roof collapsing on the morgue behind him, but he didn't care. Whatever this thing was, whatever it had been, it wasn't human any more, and it had committed crimes against his goddess's children. He would have it. Tracking it through several hallways, he finally cornered it. Looming over the half-human creature. For the desecration of the bodies of Mother Suna's children. I sentence you to death. Holding out his hand, the sand that covered his body streamed from his limbs, and wound itself around the half-human creature that cowered before him, encasing all but it's head in a coffin of sand. Clenching his hand into a fist, the sand imploded, crushing the creature's body, and popping it's head off like a child does a dandilions. Taking a cleansing breath, the priest examined the room he was in. A file room, the very one he had been sent to recover from. With a self satisfied chuckle, he gathered up as many files as he could, along with the creatures head, and began his ascent to the surface. With his return, not only were many valuable documents recovered, but also the former medic Tarou was confirmed dead, once and for all.
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