"[Great earth answer my call, coalesce into mud and rend apart all those that stand in your path, wrathful nature [Mud Storm]]" As Eha chanted the aria for the 4th circle spell [Mud storm] a massive, elaborate crest formed beneath Kiba, stretching to a diameter of roughly 10 metres.
Kiba the sole target of this spell felt a chill run down his back as the floor beneath his feet started to spin, twirl and rise around him. Within moments his vision was obscured, and he was surrounded by thick revolving walls of mud. He felt a pressure pushing him down, preventing him from escaping by air…he was trapped.
Gulp. The young tiger audibly gulped as he braced himself for the inevitable assault. He used his large wings to cover the vast majority of his body, lowered his centre of balance and used chakra to conjure a layer of ice armour. He wasn't as skilled with chakra as his master, but he was good enough to up his defences when needed.
Crash, swish, ting, crack.
