The rest of the camp had tried to start making their way toward the commotion - through the mists, haphazardly at the perceived threats. They were running into things, not coordinated: apparently nobody knew Genjutsu or pointed out it was a Genjutsu? If they had, Akira had not heard it from their ranks. What he did hear though, loudly, drowning out any of the other noises, were people already crying out in pain.
The spearmen who had set their pointed sights onto Akira had not been stagnant whilst he spoke and already had tried to take a lunge forward as he spoke. He had already withdrawn his blade by that point and so by point of counter, had parried one upward, while his opposite and free hand deftly pushed another to the side: yanking it away. It was wing chun, only he held a knife in one hand and taijutsu in the other.
As Azarea in their close proximity asked him to keep his strikes to a minimum height, Sozin smiled at her.
"Of course." Only - he would take it to heart. The next following seconds were the first group struggling against the man, one thrown off balance, the other trying to step back so they could try to pierce him again, and the other just trying to
On the positive side, the Genjutsu had been cancelled out by the pain that he had caused. On the negative side: they had no legs from the kneecpa down. The dagger was still long enough to poke through someone's back from their front, and so slicing through them with his own strength was more than easy enough. Two - three, and four. The spearmen had tried to repeat back, but his own training and why he hadn't chosen the spear was because if someone was too close to you, it was already over and these fools couldn't understand what positioning meant.
The Shinobi, instead of the spearman had taken to breaking one of their fingers to remove the technique - and revealing the corruption and blood around him, Sozin still hadn't yet taken any sort of attack.
"You can't win against all of us!" "Hm." Sozin smiled at him. The furnace was turning on - having dispatched three of them, bleeding out on the floor with their legs removed. He pointed the weapon at him.
"It's sad you won't be around to see it." Sozin stood on, and then over, one of the Ashigaru. Beneath him, they'd slowly tried taking out a knife. Sozin didn't even look down at them as he stomped - keeping his sights on the shinobi, turning their windpipe into something else entirely. The knife fell to the floor from their hand, having gone limp.
They began to perform some seals, and Akira would stab at their hands, forcing them to back off - but however they backed off, Sozin was the same range, attacking at them. Of course, currently, he wasn't getting anything in: but the man, who he had now identified as a Ninjutsu user, was having no luck either.
"Keep running, little mole,"The force of his dark whispers would come out full force: the surrounding area would fill some of the lesser shinobi with dread, more of the experienced shinobi with doubts, and even whatever children: to soil themselves. All coming from the single source of Shinobi somewhere within the forest that they couldn't see.
"Run, run, little one." The shinobi he fought turned tail - Shunshining away. It caused Akira sigh.
"Of course." His voice was flat. They all used Shunshin.
He started walking toward their main camp - and now just starting to see the commotion being caused by the Genjutsu en masse.
A boon granted to all of the Followers of Akui is their ability to subtly manipulate individuals; to emit a dark of feeling of dread and coldness (when they wish) and also exists to heighten the target's existing feelings so that they can be slowly proselytize them. [If a Follower of Jihi is present, Jihi's Calm and Dark Whispers will cancel one another out as if the SAs were not present.]
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