7 Fight Or Flight

Rumeru's first slash left him suprised, there was no contact with anything, like cutting through air. A sudden black hole like thing pulled parts of him in. To fight back he jumped up. His arm was still caught in this vortex. Violently swinging the kunai to the base of the opponents spine, the sucking feeling stopped and his kunai sliced nothing. The chains were flying to his arm, the masked man never changed his speed to adjust his body, like he knew he couldn't be injured.

"Sh*t!" He yelled. He tried swinging his body but it wasnt enough. The chains tightened around his wrist. He was quickly being pulled in, his eye spun as he shouted, "Hades!" Nothing seemed to happen immediately, the skin on his wrist continued to twist open like old wounds. A shadowy mist gathered from the corpses of the thugs and condensed into a massive ball that covered the moon. Fast like a bullet it flew at Rumeru, condensing into a small needles that penetrated his eyes.

Images of a man in hokage attire and a different version of the masked man fighting. Their Fight was far shorter and involved less dragging. The hokage teleported around and used a massive ball of chakra to beat him. "But what is different between me and him?" While the images played it was like time had stopped.

"At this moment he realized something. He charges in and when the masked man is about to touch him... Oh... Now I feel dumb, he cant touch me unless he materialized!" in an instant the frozen world returned to normal. His clothes ripped against the dirt, a sudden stop slid him towards the man in a mask.

"You As*hole! These are my new pants!" His mocking tone reflected that of a irritated woman. He started flailing his free arm pointing at his raggedy old clothes. In response his opponent sent a kick to his face. To dodge the kick Rumeru slammed the back of his head to the ground. Using his chain bound wrist he wrapped it around the kicking leg.

Rumeru's seething rage left a hole in the ground, with all his strength he quickly got up and swung the chain above his head, crashing the masked man into an explosion of dirt and gravel.

A figure emerged from the rubble. His clothes were covered in dirt and ripped at the seam. he didn't have any damage except a small scratch on his hand, it wasnt deep enough to even draw blood.

"What the f*ck! You are not the anbu dude from last time, he was weak as hell compared to you. How would you even recognize me unless you watched me from the window... In which case you are a stalker! Want an autograph?" Once again he mouthed off, his attempts at stalling wasn't enough to get him to talk. In such a occurrence, Rumeru had one secret technique that can save him.

"Well I guess we have to cut this short," he threw kunai and shuriken towards the eye hole in his opponents mask. As expected they started going threw him. "Run!"

Without thought he dashed his way out to the bar he saw the two sannin in, if he cant fight him then the two sannin would have an obligation to protect the people there. In the moments he gave himself he only got a few extra meters, the masked man would catch up quick.

His instincts kept him from being hit by the threat, he reached the entrance and quickly yelled for help. "Somebody help! There is a man killing everybody!" His words set a cold silence promptly being cut and replaced with screaming and running. Before he could enter the safety of being near two sannin, a fear inducing feeling cut him from his objective.

All of his arm distorted and disappeared into the eye. "Hades!" Even after moments passed nothing had happened.

"You want to take my arm? that's fine!" his punch landed against the mans chest, almost directly after contact an explosion of blue forced both to fly back.

"F*CKING HELL THAT HURTS!" A steady stream of blood flowed, to slow the bleeding he ripped up his clothes into a crude bandage.

"Kid! get over here and help me! Let the adults handle him." His smug grin was just a mask, something to hide the pain.