Sora ran forward, bringing down his katars onto his opponent's cats claws. Sparks flew as the two ninja fought to overpower eachother. His opponent was dressed completely in white, he noticed as he thought let's stain that nice clean outfit. Sora jumped back suddenly, causing the other to pitch forward, but he quickly regained his balance and launched himself at Sora. He brought up his katars to block, sending more sparks into the air.

Holding his opponenent with his left hand, he withdrew the katar on his right hand, bringing into it a wickedly curved kunai and slashing it across the white-robed shinobi's face. The enemy pulled back just in time to receive a scratch on his left cheek, blood dripping onto his white shoulders, painting it red. Sora disengaged and laughed at the expression on the white shinobi's face.

Pulling back further, Sora gasped for breath, fighting back his laughter. "P-priceless!"

The infuriated shinobi charged at Sora, catching him off guard and imbedding his cats claws deep into Sora's left shoulder, dragging it downwards. But Sora gathered his wits before the shinobi could pull out, and his katar found the white ninja's right thigh, staining his white tranchcoat red. Sora jumped back again and paused, first examining his shoulder, and then examining his handiwork on the other shinobi.

There was a pause, before Sora began laughing again. "Now you've stolen the 4th Hokage's style!" he said, looking at the white trenchcoat with the bottom stained red. But he stopped as he noticed the wound seal itself, stopping the blood. Huh? he thought.

"Shut up!" said the shinobi, finally embracing the fact that this wing-nin was exceedingly annoying. In his white, and red, trenchcoat, the ninja fell into a crouch and sprung at Sora, who dodged again. The white shinobi launched in to a series of frenzied attacks, that Sora had no time to counter, so he instead ended up dodging over and over. But he was running out of stamina and patience.

Before Sora could think of something to do, or say, he heard words that sent fear into his heart, and all too faniliar seals. "Kaze..."

He jumped back and readied himself. "...no..."

Thinking quickly, he did the only thing he could. He brought up his wings, folding one tightly across his back, and wrapping the other one over the front of his body "Eagle's Protection!" he yelled before the jutsu could be completed. Too late. "Yaiba!"

The air was knocked out of his lungs as the blade of air smashed into him, first cradleing around his body, and then shredding his wings, sending blue and purple feathers flying everywhere. It stole the breath away from him, sucking air out of his lungs until there was no more, where it moved onto blood. It suddenly stopped and Sora stumbled further back.

As Sora gasped deperately for air, he was struck again and again, knocking more blood out of him. Head, stomach, jaw, ribs, ribs again, side and then his neck. He finally fell down, but thought better of it and stood again, raising his bloodied wings. But he stopped. I won't be able to stand the pain of a full transformation. It would knock me out...

He dodged another attack and extended his katars, raising them out on either side and jumping into the air. He landed a few feet away and snapped his wings forward, causing more feathers to fly off. Holding his hands in a seal, he sent them flying forward, chakra visible around each individual feather, as they caught the blood covered shinobi, some passing completely through him.

The shinobi was enraged by now, and he shook off the wounds as if they were nothing, suddenly snarling. He pounced animal-like towards Sora, and in mid-air he changed from a bloody white ninja into a bloody white wolf. Great. This is just great, thought Sora as he dodged it quickly.

The wolf sank it's teeth into Sora's arm, who grunted in pain. But before the jaws could lock, he dragged his arm painfully out, sliding his katar through the wolf's mouth and slicing the tongue clean off. As he felt the last part of his hand slide out, there were a series of cracks as his fingers broke from the strain. The wolf yelped and slid backwards, but Sora was spent. He needed chakra, and his bird was outside of the dome and he couldn't draw any from him.

Then there is only one way... Koumei said not to, but I have to. He raised his hands, drawing in his katars, and forming his bloodied fingers into a series of slow and painful seals. "Draw," he rasped, feeling blood build up in his throat.

Above him, in the spaces between the mirrors, it began to rain, turning the snow into ice. There were flashes of lightning as Sora jumped back and held his arms above his head. A bolt of lightning, a spike of ice, and a torrent of rain simultaniously impacted his body, but instead of hurting him or killing him, he absorbed it. When the elements cleared away, Sora was giving of an extremely powerful dark purple glow.

He launced himself at the white wolf so quickly, he was almost impossible to follow. Out came the katars again, surrounded in the same purple glow, and they plunged into the wolf's chest. It yelped again, and returned to it's normal form. And then the wounds simply healed.

Sora was becoming frustrated. He sliced open the neck of his opponent, who tried to dodge, and then sent a katar clean through his stomach. But it just sealed itself. Poison, thought Sora, I need poison.

But unfortunately, he had none, so he kept up his efforts, eventually cutting off an arm, an ear and gouging out an eye. These did not heal, but the shinobi kept fighting, kept inflicting wounds, however minor, on Sora. Maybe if I...

Sora used his head for once and plunged his katars deep into the white, or red now, shinobi's shoulders for the hundredth time. But instead of pulling them out again, he forced every bit of chakra in his beaten up body into his enemy's. The body couldn't stand the sudden increase in power, and the shinobi screamed as blood poured freely from every previously inflicted opening. His heart had exploded, and his mouth spewed blood all over the snow (or ice now), and he collapsed, still twitching.

Sora felt like throwing up. He didn't know what the outcome of doing that would be, and it wasn't a pretty sight. But what was worse, he found as he turned slightly, was what he saw behind him before he fell unconcious. His last vision was of Kasei, and Koumei, and Haku, and then darkness.