Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Indeed, reaver was hit out of the ground just abrleybupwards, before being hit by a powerful mountain crusher strike to the chest. The hyuga took advantage of the situation. Reaver was sent back, out the cave wall opening he had made, sent staggering outside the leaf’s gates. His armor smoked and steamed, making a lot of noise. A tube broke off his hydraulics and his chest armor, the most defensive armor cracked, fragments breaking off.
Reavers suit stood, not falling over, but it sounded unhealthy. A cloud of smoke rising from it’s back. Something wasn’t right. Reaver knew this, his right arm seemed out of alignment from the hydraulics tube breaking. Suddenly, eight different extension tubes fell from it’s left hand. Saws, axes, gas, a sword, and other extensions littered the ground at his feet.
“Crap...” he said at the sudden misfire, his voice murmuring and rather un ‘reaver Like’ before his cleared his throat, getting it back again. “No matter! Reaver is unshakeable!”
He is right mechanical arm openednit’s palm, several tubes combining as gas seemed to fuel into it. The palm opened up, as he aimed it at the cave.
“Die mongrols!”
A seemingly artificially supported fireball generated from his armored hand. A mix of his actual chakra, the fire ball justu, and his armor with fuel. He then blasted the fireball toward the orfice in front of him.
Reavers suit stood, not falling over, but it sounded unhealthy. A cloud of smoke rising from it’s back. Something wasn’t right. Reaver knew this, his right arm seemed out of alignment from the hydraulics tube breaking. Suddenly, eight different extension tubes fell from it’s left hand. Saws, axes, gas, a sword, and other extensions littered the ground at his feet.
“Crap...” he said at the sudden misfire, his voice murmuring and rather un ‘reaver Like’ before his cleared his throat, getting it back again. “No matter! Reaver is unshakeable!”
He is right mechanical arm openednit’s palm, several tubes combining as gas seemed to fuel into it. The palm opened up, as he aimed it at the cave.
“Die mongrols!”
A seemingly artificially supported fireball generated from his armored hand. A mix of his actual chakra, the fire ball justu, and his armor with fuel. He then blasted the fireball toward the orfice in front of him.