They scattered, a sound tactic against a monumental foe. But one that omitted the fact that this was a war golem, designed for the front lines and the military pride of this long dead culture. Masses were what it dealt with before all, and small units divided for a guerrilla-like approach was something it was designed to handle. They had dodged the initial assault, and pursued to formulate a counter-attack in the hopes of halting whatever world-ending maneuver is was going for.
Kurin would be the most cautious of the bunch, with his spores application. Just as the blue cannon would be fired, there'd be a clogging in the gears within the beast. Plants, wood, they made the golem's earthen insides their home. Well, to an extent. The golem was by no means immobilized, with the Phonzite ore within grinding the organic mass and providing a suboptimal base for it to fester and grow. Nonetheless, it'd halt, before seemingly charging some sort of attack. The runes on its body shone, before finally the fissures of its being igniting for barely a second, and releasing nothing more than black smoke. A large discharge was made throughout its being, and the unfortunate lifeforms within were swiftly purged, with nothing but ashes and their frail remains.
But that would not be all. While the beam was making its course through the room, at the moment directing itself toward Kiku and Shizuka, there'd be a very sudden shift in the chakra on its being. One could also notice the magnetic fields on its being dilated at an unusual rate for just a second.
Jaakuna, propelled in the air, would have before him an open palm. A red target for him to attack, and the opposing hand to the one firing the cannon. Well, not for long. Without the same charging time as the previous beam, the same blast of blue energy would be fired from that hand, would simultaneously stopping on the initial one (let's say the one attacking Jaakuna now the left one). The Golem was subpar in movement speed, yes, but its attacks were designed to kill even enemy Jonin. Jaakuna certainly had options in the air, with his Firebending Ozai-tier rocket movement, but his hindrance would come into effect. Pain, and loss of his chakra made the use of the hiden harder, and most certainly unequipped to handle this surprise attack while being just sent in mid-air.
A speedy attack! Could someone defend Jaakuna? Unlikely, but possible. However, the grim truth would be simply that the beam wouldn't be stopped regardless. It would not destroy obstacles, no, even if slightly burning them, but would phase through them. Jaakuna would at least take some of it, but only feel a mild discomfort and maybe first degree burns in select areas, but nothing that would be be bother in an adrenaline-fueled fight. No, but he would feel it. A magnetic field, shaping itself around him. One far more potent than the passive ones on the Dajian. Once fired, the palm sealed itself, having left only a minor window for them to exploit if they even could after this surprise attack.
The beast's eyes remained robotically absent, focusing on nothing and particular and letting its limbs do the work. With Jaakuna exposed to its ray, however, it would very suddenly twist its gaze toward the love birds. Wide, white optics fixating the two with a blinding light, worthy of a UFO abduction scene. All the while, five odd objects would be ejected from its shoulders. They were shaped like triangles, with a sphere levitating behind each. They were around on meter in length, and about half of that in width. As they took off, they would commence spinning, like drills, and fire at the direction of Jaakuna.
By this point, one would deduce what was going on. Sundance had been magnetized, and these projectiles that were ejected, were very much attracted to the big ass magnetic field he was emitting. They were fired like bullets, slowing down once in the field, and existing only to home onto Jaakuna. The drilling was a sadistic means to push through obstacles and kill off stubborn enemies, and if it wasn't enough, a nice explosion would occur once they would be immobilized for too long or on impact. No one wants to get hit by that.
Most enemies of the Dajian were most certainly dead once hit by its Magnetizing Ray. As such, the golem considered them 'resolved' and oriented its focus on another cluster. It was designed well enough to deduce that Kurin was more likely the help Jaakuna in this sticky situation than relentlessly assault. As such, Kiku and Shizuka were getting the spotlight for the time being.
With an arm already extended in their direction, the golem would not waste this positioning. Fingers widening as Kiku requested that they'd bounce off, thin, blue lasers would be fired off from each of the five tips. Fast as one would expect from a raiton laser, though would be nowhere close to actually hitting the duo. No, instead, the gaps between each laser would have a raiton 'net' knitted to keep them trapped. They had a wide area to work with, since the golem was more or less in the center of the arena, and the net got wider the closer that they were to the earth.
Like Jaakuna, they'd have a target right before them. But that would often signal something dangerous. Not a magnetizing ray, however. Close, but not quite. No, instead, whether in the air or on the ground, they'd feel a piece of the stone and metal within the perimeter of the net slowly rise. The Dajian was literally employing advanced Earth and Magnet style to pull earth and Phonzite alike upwards, toward its hand. And of course, as it rose, the edges would be burned and shredded. If the two were to hit the net, they'd be burned and mostly stunned over actually being cut up. Nonetheless, the golem's intentions were clear: They were to be crushed against its palm, if they did not find a way to get out of this mess.
Even if sword boy's final addition to this 'friendship is everything' moment was most certainly gay, Rumia certainly hoped this was the case. The lass kept a permanent scowl on her visage, expecting the worst from this decision, but subservient to her cousin's superior intellect. One of the few that could actually tell this monster what and what was right. But still, doubt reigned, and on an impatient critter like our resident ginger did not cope well with stress. The ticking clock was the worst, but it'd finally end, only to give place to a disappointing silence that'd make even the most confident doubt their choice. Arms crossed, the lass couldn't take it.
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... Tch. Them fuckers think its mighty funny to waste our time 'n' money?! I'll fucking sho- Huh."
The doors opened eventually and right as she was going to explode, revealing a trap on both ends. A couple of blinks, before a dull stare was thrown at the direction of the pits. With a squint, the Shinrikyo added with sass after spitting down said deathtrap.
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'Tis only a problem if ya' can't fly. Whatever."
Some more stuff about balance, things that were beyond the thought process of our simple friend. Her attention was quickly harnessed by new sounds and movement. A set of doors leading the group to the next area upon crossing the bridge between the holes. An expected contrast from the white room was found, with a pitch black color correlating with the theme of the trial.
Odd wisps could be noticed dancing in the air, one white, and the other black and somehow visible. Rumia's connection to nature allowed the youth to acknowledge whatever presence could be existing within the room, while making herself spiritually scarce ad she remained still with her team while the show commenced. The scroll was visible on the other side, once the display was finished and the room finally illuminated.
Their opponents, or at least Rumia assumed they were, presented themselves. 'Clones' of the guy that introduced this exam. The Hokage. The thug could only smirk in satisfaction as she could smell the inevitable belligerence to come. Perhaps she was wrong, but she hoped to get a little action here. Knuckles cracked, the ginger wouldn't hesitate to march toward the ephemeral duo, her pace steady and far from hasty.
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Muh gut says them boys will not play real nice with our kind. Cuz, y'know the drill. Stay real close, but not too close, 'n' gimme the smog. I'm grabbing that scroll. Gonna help or have anything to say, now's the time shitheads."
Amegakure no Sato | S-rank | Leader of Amegakure
Konohagakure no Sato | Chunin-going-on-Jonin | Edgelord Supreme
