(OFF RPG FIGHT)

Kakashi stood in an open field, nothing but a few rocks and a small creek.He was told that there was a sighting of someone wearing a strange cloak, so he came prepared and completely rested, he had multiple shinobi tools and summoning scrolls. No matter how strong the person could possibly be, Kakashi was prepared for them. He waited for a sudden sound at all so he could continue pursuing them.

Haku wandered through the forest, looking as she usually did. Her scarlet hair hung loosely around her shoulder, touching the base of her spine in the back. Her hair bobbed up and down as she walked through the forest, her steps less graceful than one might expect from a woman. Today was not a day of business, so she had forsaken her stuffy Akatsuki robe. Instead she wore her typical kimono, colorful and bright. The kimono was a bright purple, trimmed in golden thread that wove around her body, creating patterns of lotus flowers and vines. Her kimono was cut at the waist, leaving the back and sides of the skirt to hang around her legs, but revealing her legs beneath. Nothing covered her legs but the torso of the Kimono, which was held tightly shut by a black silk sash. Meeting the hem of the torso of fabric were her black stockings, which extended all the way up her legs. Upon her feet were a pair of comfortable slippers. The kimono itself hugged her, rather large, bust tightly, causing it to bulge a bit more visibly. Her figure was slim and tall, though it wasn't fragile. Though her beautiful, porcelain face may portray a sense of feminine breakability, it was clear in her eyes that she was a seasoned warrior. The most obvious marker of this in her eyes were the fact that her right eye was glass. However, her scarlet bangs hung over the right eye like a mask, hiding it from the world. Haku's slim, pale fingers touched the branches she reached out toward as she walked through the forest, a beautiful smile brightening up her face.



As she neared a clearing within the woods, she noticed another human being further up ahead. Having little more knowledge in chakra past the two jutsu she used, she hadn't been able to sense the man as she approached. It seemed she had wandered straight into a battle. She looked upon the man in a disappointed fashion, noticing every feature that would point to one person. His white, spiked hair, the headband slung over his eye, the mask covering the bottom half of his face; this was Kakashi Hatake. Frowning as she wandered into the clearing, she reached underneath the fabric that hid what was attached to the outside of her right thigh. Pulling on the cloth-like scroll's tab, she dragged it open until a single Kanji symbol was revealed to her. Looking down to the kanji symbol only once, she looked back up to her opponent. She didn't say a word, she only stared at him.

"It's a good thing too, Akatsuki aren't very welcome in villages I hear." She retorted with a dazzling smile. Her posture, attitude, and tone all implied that she was friendly and conversational, as if she weren't the enemy of this man and his village. Deep down, they both knew where this would be going right after she announced that she was Akatsuki, or at least she assumed he was on the same page as her. She tilted her head slightly at the men, her bangs shifting a fraction of an inch away from her right eye, revealing the corner of her eye without actually revealing any actual part of the eye.

Smiling even more widely, she used her free hand to form a one-handed seal with all but her index and middle fingers down. The two remaining fingers were erect and pushed together. Suddenly, a puff of smoke erupted from the scroll, coiling through the air in the form of a five foot pillar. A single sweeping motion of her hand would cause the smoke to disappear, catching the shaft of the spear with the same motion and bringing it to her side. She closed the scroll once again, taking a relaxed stance with the spear. The spear was made of a dark wood, with leather binding where she would grip it. The head of the spear was metallic, serrated on the edges and coming into a nasty point. She held it casually at her left side, waiting for the man to respond.