Message #26690

[KasigiOmi]

Would listen to the laughs of his foe, concerned by them. Was the enemy so ignorant that he was unable to see that his steely armor was not in fact a plate, but actually his skin? He fretted not. Upon the collapse of the building, the cutaneous steel would hold firm; his body would be pressed downward, but his body would remain uncrushed. He'd use his large paws to remove this rubble from above him, quickly standing up. Though an oil fire upon his body, the rain produced by the foe would aid due to its dispersion.

Kasigiomi would slowly lift his left hand into the air; as he did, electrical sparks would begin to flow from his body. These sparks would only be enhanced by the water technique. He now looked at the rubble; in several of the pieces their old iron nails could still be seen. Though some were rusted, others corroded, even more so those in good shape, all would be yanked from their holds as he rose his hand. Those that were too tightly embedded would simply lift the material they were lodged in, anchored by this material. Kasigiomi then looked at the foe; "Here is a science lesson you will not soon forget.." Kasigiomi would thrust his risen hand forward; as he initiated this motion, each of the now controlled projectiles would move forward at varying speeds depending on weight, all aimed at the forehead protector of the foe. Even if he were to move, or even to knock them away, they would continue to advance parabolically. Kasigiomi then softly said his technique once more; "Jiryoku."