Kougou: Bloodshed, bloodlust, murder, vengeance, judgement. These five words had polluted the empress' thoughts as she started to feel cold water droplets fall from the sky onto her warm face as they instantly evaporated from her hidden aura. Usually, the dragoness' skin was quite cold to the touch, but not today as the blood surged swiftly through her veins, heating up the flame within her that made her whom she was. However, little did she know the true power she held within. She wouldn't know until the right time was called. She hid her pale skin beneath a kimono of a different color scheme rather than the usual gold, black, and crimson. Instead it was different shades of red, brown, gold, and even black, with distinctive patterns across the front and along the sides where a black dragon snaked around her left side. This dragon resembled the very one on her right arm that remained hidden within her sleeve, keeping its secrets hidden from view. She would need it later. While the outer layer of fine silks held a brown and tan tone to the base, her inner and larger layer held more of a scarlet tone to it with somewhat of a laced trim at the bottom, golden tassels hanging down like threads below. The kimono looked easy to remove as the scarlet obi held securely in place, ready to be unraveled at any given time as black wrappings secured her chest and legs for protection. There was no source of weapondry attached to her at this time, not even the usual black, crimson, and gold katana that remained fastened to her at all times, donning the name Shiyodan, or "Judgement" for english terms. Her sharp claw like nails were clean cut rather than the black nail polish she wore on some occassions, giving her more of a natural look. The gold painted eyeshadow along her eyelids and the thin line of black eyeliner and mascara made her dull crimson irises peek out just a bit, the color of blood almost. Her ears were decored with medium sized golden dragons hanging off chains while a chain dangled from her neck, revealing another dragon pendant of the same sort. Another chain hung from her neck, this one a bit lower as it dangled towards her upper chest, a pendant of a black and scarlet egg attached to it. There was some sort of mystery from this egg, one she had not even figured out as it had been given to her as a gift, along with something else. A set of black horns arched backwards as they peeked out from her long brown hair that fell just below her lower back. Her head was crowned with a set of crimson roses trimmed with gold on the ends while an embroidered golden headdress with a tika of ruby stones with a golden crest rested across the middle of her forehead. From the outside she didn't seem to be ready for a fight with how royally she was dressed. Even so with the black fur draped around her shoulders, this was one of her lighter fits. Last but not least, light golden wraps secured her feet, giving her faster mobility as well as protection from sharp objects if needed. Letting the rain fall heavier upon her face now, she closed her eyes as she exhaled a breath, continuing towards her destination. A woman with bluish teal hair, icy irises and pale skin, no sign of weapons but a light prisoner's kimono remained bound in chains behind her while her own personal guard followed. Soon enough, they had reached their destination where the sun was no longer able to peak through the clouds, but a charge of lightning instead. Facing the man with crimson hair and golden eyes, she was ready for his trial. "Are you ready for Judgement to be passed Lord Raijin? May those of the Seven on our side judge things justly." She stood calmly, her crimson irises locking on her opponent's, no sign of emotion to be expressed beneath them. A slight glint in her eye burned as her dulled irises lit up slightly, now becoming the fiery draconic crimson that boiled the blood within. Empress Amaya Drakon, the black Dragoness of Valynmr, stood with her left hand upon her stomach, waiting for the gods to provide justice. It wasn't long before they would.

Guest_DrakeRaijin: Across the land that is scared and torn from countless battles the never ending downpour of rain falls from the heavens to the earth below the rain not being normal rain was in fact a jutsu passed down to him from nagato a lot time ago. The jutsu known as the tiger rain at will is a advance sensory ninjutsu that links the users nerves with the chakra created rain that the user can summon, anything entering the area of the rain would alert the user of their presence and allow him to keep track of them no matter how far away from him they were. Large boulders and dead tree lay across the area. On the upper portion of the battle scared land sat a lone man who kept his eyes closed, as if he was mediating, dawn in all black his gear makes up the standard shinobi pants and shirt as the under cover while the outer layer of clothes was infact a specially crafted armor to support him in battle. The Raijin Regalia Mk.II is a armor that not only protects from small throwing tools and some sharp weapons but also acts as a type of chakra armor, with the ability to absorb the excess lightning chakra given off by Drake it recycles the lighting dividing between Drake and itself acting as a amplifier towards his own jutsu when in use. The upper part of the armor has a mask like attachment used to filter out harmful gasses so drake would not inhale them, the rest of the outer layer of clothing is a black samurai wardrobe with a few hidden picks in the sleeves where Drake keeps blank slips of paper. From ones point of view on this man they would notice two weapons on his person the first being a massive black blade on his back known as Ryuikari, the other being the legendary black blade of the sky Kurogaryuu, both of these weapons hold a tale known across the land of falling from the heavens but in truth both swords were forged from a meteorite from space. The metal found in the meteorite saying to be so strong that forging these weapons took the best blacksmith in the land a total of ten years to forge, the metal being stronger than the planets strongest metal known as black steel. Holding the Katana in his lap still sheathed the man's eyes would twitch a bit at the sensation of three beings drawing near to his location, two of them he knew and the other being new to him, slowly standing up his eyes slowly open as he looked down at the lower area of the torn lands to see three people making their way towards him. As he waited for them the man reach for his hat tossing it to the side as the cool rain now fell on his red shaggy hair though this would show no signs of affecting the spikiness of it due to the fact that a crimson cloak of lightning could be seen running along his body and hair. His golden eyes said to be the eyes of a dragon glowed dimly as his anger slowly built up as the three were now with in clear sight of the man, his eyes locked on to the woman in the prisoners kimono as he knew this was indeed his long lost wife seeing her safe gave Drake a mixture of happiness and anger due to the fact the woman infront of her had been the one to kidnap her from her while she was out exploring the world. Taking a deep breath the man could hear the words of the woman as she spoke to him now in a tone that did not help but make him even more enraged as she talked as if she was the one who was going to give judgment to him for actions that help better the rain village. "Judgment or petty revenge for the death of someone would only brought sorrow to the world?! You took someone dear to me who had nothing to do with Konan, the only type of judgment that will happen here today is the storms unforgiven wrath on the poor souls who conspire to threaten what I hold most in this world!

Kougou: "Keep watch of the girl Maegor." The empress shifted her head slightly as she took a step forward. As she made her approach towards her opponent, she kept eye contact and close watch of his movements. A slight smirk played on her pale lips as she exhaled a breath of hot air. From this hot air, a small black ember began to form. As it touched the ground, the ember soon became a roaring black flame as it started to circle about her body as if it became a shield, a complete circle trapping her from within. As she studied his armor, and his weapons, she could tell this was not going to be an easy fight. ~He has more than one sword. Something is hidden within his ability.~ She continued to study him as she refused to make a move, letting the black flame continue to dance about. A small shiver crept up her spine once again as she studied the crimson lightning that continued to dance about him. Perhaps this was some form of protecting himself in the way she did with her own abilities. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she continued to study the way the crimson lightning danced around him, searching for a main source of aura. She noticed how, like her own power, his own was amplified by his own emotions. "Good. Keep that anger. You are going to need it for what I am about to put you through." She knew anger was the source of breaking through pain. She only wondered how much he'd be able to stand before things broke. Her voice was calm, somewhat of an emotionless monotone as she continued to study him. Her being who she was, she could feel his anger. She could also feel the relief he held as he saw his beloved wife unharmed. She had no intention of killing him, or his wife, for she was not her enemy. However, she wasn't about to let him know that. There was to be blood shed in battle in honor of her friend's death regardless. After a few moments, the embers that had spread from the circle continued to burn, for black flame could not be put out so easily. Legend had it that black flame would burn for seven days, and seven nights unless put out by certain means. A thought in her mind pressed on as she continued to wonder what he knew about her, or who she was. At this point in her life, she didn't even know. She began to move slowly again, the black flame trailing alongside her, as it built up power with each step she took, eating away at everything that dared to block its path. The black flame although powerful, was a lot harder to operate than the usual orange flame, as it did not spread as quick. However, its effects were ten times more deadly if it made contact with skin. Finally stopping to where she was closer in range to him, she slipped her right hand out from her kimono, revealing the black draconic mark that snaked around her arm. "Vaeri", she spoke in a thick accent in draconic as her eyes remained focused on her opponent, her arm swaying about slightly as if she were bending the flame to its will, a wave of black flame rising towards her opponent in the form of a five to seven foot wave. She only hoped that this Raijin lord knew how to dance. Otherwise, she'd have to teach him.

Guest_DrakeRaijin: Drake's eyes narrowed on the woman as she starts to make her advancement towards him, he noticed how her eyes looked over his beaning trying to figure him out, his own eyes would scan over her as she move towards him. Watching as the black flames rise around her he grunt a bit as he heard tales of such flames belonging to the Uchiha's sharingan abilities, unsure in what she was he keep a watchful eye on how she and the flame moved before deciding the next best action to make. After a moment of studying his guess on the matter was that she control the flames by movement of her body and was the main source of means for the flame to find its target, with this in mind his eyes would widen as the flames grew to the size of seven foot tall waves coming towards him. quick as they may be he would with ease be able to get away from them as he makes a back jump towards the near by boulder pile that was nearest to him, jumping up onto them he move till he was on the top of the highest boulder that roughly reached the height of sixteen feet tall. Out of the reach of the flames for now the red head was unsure of what all the flames could do so lifting his hands upward he begin to wave hand seals at a impressive speed, finishing the last needed seals smoke would then explode on ether side of him covering him from view for a few seconds. After the smoke clear two prefect copies of him would be on the right and left of him, the trio of red heads looking down at the woman and the black flames which by this time would be at the base of the boulder pile, the clone of the right would grunt before weaving the needed hand seals for the next stage of the plan. A few seconds after finishing the needed hand seals the clone lifts his right arm to the sky as his left was held before his chest, the clone would then explode into a massive cloud of thicken mist that would spread outward causing more and more mist to rise all around the battle field, with the clone using itself the mist would form twice as quickly as normal. The jutsu known as the Hidden mist jutsu is a mist village signature move but thanks to Drake's wife lily he was able to learn and master this jutsu to utilize for his own tactical needs, now with the mist setting in starting to block the view of the two fighters Drake would step backwards a few feet as he let the clone take his place as he closed his eyes to focus his senses onto the rain falling around them.

Kougou: In admist roaring black flames, moisture gathered from the air as a thin mist formed, mixed in with smoke and ash soon clouding over what became the battlegrounds, swallowing everything in its path. The Empress noted as it created a fowl gas, making it nearly impossible for any mortal to breathe while the tsunami of black flame continued to chase her opponents direction. The more he moved, the higher the flames stood, until meeting the sixteen foot boulder in height, continuing to rise. The heat from the flames was more than enough to dehydrate the body in seconds, for hellfire was Hell itself. Even in the Land of Rain, the Amekage would have a hard time keeping cool. However, unlike the Amaterasu itself, the flames did not bother their master. After all, she was not born of this world. Her arm outstretched, her two fingers and thumb reached out, while her remaining fingers on her hand tucked themselves in. This wasn't necessary to maneuver her power, but it felt more comfortable to her. Her eyes narrowed now, she concentrated. Originally the plan was just to make him bend the knee. Perhaps she would annhilate him instead. This wasn't even the true beginning of her power. Her power alone would be enough to split the world if she dared so. Focusing her rage into everything the flame build, her comrades flashed before her eyes deep within her mind. He would be punished. There would be no mercy for what he had done. She noted the two clones that had appeared, making it harder for her to sense the real opponent. That's at least what he would have thought, right? Wrong. A dragon's sense of smell was far more keen than even a dog's. She did find herself quite impressed by the way he could evenly disperse chakra through them however. She noted the rebreather, as it was most likely keeping out the toxic fumes that could enter his body. He may have been able to keep the fumes at, but fire was its own little trick. No matter how far he strayed from the fire itself, the heat would get to him, possibly leaving first, second, and third degree burns if the temperature rose enough. Knowing this was dangerous, Amaya didn't dare try this with Itachi even when they fought. However, this was much different. This wasn't a spar. This was revenge. She observed as the moisture from the air seemed to collect, a thick mist fogged over the area as predicted, but seemed quite surprised as a clone was sacrificed to expand it. "Hidden Mist.." She knew this jutsu well, for it was a jutsu only known to Kirigakure. But why did he have it? Then she remembered. The kunoichi that remained imprisoned was from that territory. Turning towards her for a moment, she seemed to be distracted, leaving her open for possibly a fatal mistake. "Drake!" The girl screamed for him. Was it out of fear that her partner would soon meet his fate? Perhaps it was this same feeling that Amaya felt when she found out what they did to Konan. An eye for an eye. The thought only made the flames even more fearful as they kept climbing, inching closer while Drake himself had to keep jumping back to avoid them. Soon, he would run out of places to run as black flames covered the battlefield in whole, soon taking form of what seemed to be the essence of Amaya herself, a black dragon clouding the skies with its wings glowing as it roared into the flames. Enormous enough, it could have covered the sun itself from this distance, the blackened sky only becoming darker while Drake would soon be trapped in a nightmare he wouldn't forget. This was darkness. This was destruction. This needed to be an awakening to Amaya to what could happen if she did not stop. She only kept going further. An idea of using Lily as bait would have only been cowardly as it crossed her mind. She wanted to feel the Raijin's rage, his thunder just so he might feel hers. Or perhaps he would feel it now. Playtime was over. The Empress recalled a moment where stepping into battle carelessly would only cause her harm. Both Itachi and Kisame themselves had taught her that. Instead, she would play a more passive mode, letting her essence gleam over the Raijin himself, blood curdling screams from his wife filling the air as she figured he'd be swallowed whole at any given time. The mist acted as a hinderance to her, mist caught in her eyes, almost burning them, but it acted also a blessing as she could play her next move. "Shiyodan!" As soon as the word was perfected from her lips as she called for "Judgement", her black obsidian blade formed in her right hand, The red cord held tightingly between her fingers as she held her grip on it swiftly. With the flames itself it would dance, and with it, Judgement would be passed as there was a song to sing.