The Arena

[Kyle MaJoi]

Two troopers came to Kata's cell with shurikens, throwing knives, smoke bombs, and a katana in it's sheath. "Here you go. "The troopers said, "Next match starts soon."

[Kata_Misashi]

Kata would blink before huffing, "If there was any doubt of me going easy on you; it is now gone 'student of Hoyitsu'. I hate to give this place any data on myself..." folding his arms, "...but I'm taking you out with all I got once we enter that ring." swiftfully taking the weapons and placing it upon his person.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

The Master taught me not to fear another. He also taught me a certain technique which will result in your downfall.

[Kyle MaJoi]

(I'll be right back, just head to the arena and do the battle while i'm gone  )

[Zarconite]

((Cya in a bit! ))

[Kata_Misashi]

"Your master is a fool..." looking as the guards came back to lead him towards the arena, "You best hope that technique helps you." stepping back within the arena; briefly gazing at the crowd before taking hold of the sheathed katana. "No mercy." glaring at his opponent.
 
((See ya x3))

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka brought a weapon he had hidden in his cell. A long, bamboo pole, about his height. It had been dipped in metal at both tips, which has cooled and dried off. He swung it and played around with it before taking a stance* No mercy.

[Kata_Misashi]

Kata would glare at Pain before using his off hand to reveal a black egg. Quickly tossing it towards his opponent and upon impact the black would explode a thick cloud of smoke throughout the arena.
"If I do what I did last match; they won't learn anything." thinking quickly to himself.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka's ears perk up. His increased listening is able to pick up on the faintest of noises. Including anything moving through the air* I better get this over with. *He closes his eyes to concentrate for a second*

[Kata_Misashi]

"Not talking, huh? I give it he's not as flawed as Kro. Still..." quickly unsheathing a shuriken and tossing it towards the last place he saw Pain.
"I wish them damn guards gave me my caltrops..."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*The shuriken came flying back at Kata, faster than he threw it. Alka had finished concentrating and open his eyes, muttering* Sacred Technique: Mach 1 *He flew out of the smoke at the speed of sound, just suddenly appearing out of the smoke*

[Kata_Misashi]

Kata's eyes went wide as the shuriken quickly sliced the shinobi shoulder; Kata grunting, "Ho-How?!" blinking as Pain suddenly appeared before him. "Da-Damn it!" quickly attempt to leap back to get some space; placing a hand upon his katana yet again. "This is trouble." muttering.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka charged at Kata, still at the speed of sound* 4 and 1/2 minutes *He begins barraging Kata with his pole, mostly going for pressure points and his shoulder wound*

[Kata_Misashi]

Quickly unsheathing his blade; Kata grunted as the first hit connected quickly flailing the katana about him in attempts to parry some of the blow before his wounded arm was struck. "He's... Too fast..." coughing before glaring at him, "...I... have no choice..."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka moved to the other side of the Arena, before closing his eyes once again*