The war raged on and the climate began to take a shift which greatly resembled the destruction all around. The skies which were darkened began to bite into the ground with ferocious bolts of lightning - each bolt piercing from the heavens and exploding the earthen shell they bit into. The leaders of the allied forces - separate from each other now - engendered an incredible proportion of their own unique form of destruction. In all corners of the massive cemetery - or at least, that's what it'd become for so many - dust, debris, blood, and flesh filled the air; destruction was everywhere, there was no hope of escape. And, for a time, things seemed to be going incredibly well for the allied forces.
Could they really win?
Kumoro closed his eyes for a moment, catching his breath as he rested on a single knee. Soldiers from all around him charged forward, taking advantage of the hole in the enemy forces he'd just created. Three stopped and placed their hands on his shoulders and back. One inquired, "Are you alright? Do you need us to take you to a medic?" Kumoro shook his head slowly, "No, no. I'm fine. I just need to rest for a moment." They all smiled, and nodded. Another began, "Great. We're lucky to have you on our side; you've been a great help." The third finally spoke, "For sure!" Then he gave Kumoro a thumbs up and a wink. Kumoro opened his eyes to view the ground before slowly turning his head to view the three. "We're not out of the woods just yet... You three go on, I'll catch up in a moment." The three nodded with confidence, before saluting Kumoro, "HAI!" Then they took off, rushing forward to aid their brothers in arms for the sake of changing the world.
But then it happened... Something monstrous; a new challenge, a new foe! The battlefield shook with an angry cry. The sound of a whistle, churning and grinding, and even grumbling and clashing of steel and earth ripped through the air. Kumoro picked his head up and scanned the bloodied field around him, catching two behemoth towers steamrolling their way into the scene. "Wha-" He could barely speak. What the hell are those things...? He shook his head and rose to his feet, quickly analyzing that which challenged him.
Would they win?
All seemed to go silent for a moment, everything pausing as Kumoro ascended from the world of the living and entered some higher state of being. Metaphysical, he viewed his very own body, and the bodies of all others, as they existed all around this new mass grave. So that's them... The steam powered machines. Who'd have thought they'd be put to use so early. Considering their speed, size, and composition, it doesn't appear that their at the end phase of development. No. These must be test models. A desperate move... Regardless, if we don't do something fast-... Oh, no-
Panels on the incredible steam powered towers opened and an incredible amount of kunai and other like weapons blasted free from the opened space, quickly and easily reducing the oncoming allied forces to nothing but a layer of empty vessels. The only thing that saved Kumoro's life was the formation of a quick hand sign and activation of a Fuuinjutsu which created a small barrier in front of him. The barrier itself was enough to withstand the barrage of steel weaponry, but unfortunately many of those around him weren't. There were survivors, still, but so many...so many had abruptly and instantly had their lives stripped from them. The sight was grim to say the least...
He was not discouraged, however, instead the revelation of their assaulting strength was a great help to him. Now, he knew more about the opponent he faced, and would be better prepared to wage an attack against them. But then a single man faced down of the the massive siege towers - Kumoro watched intently, sure to keep his guard up to deflect any more oncoming arrows or kunai. It didn't take long for a victor to be chosen, though... The man, with an incredible display of power and control, took down the huge steam-weapon with one solid punch. He emerged from the rubble and smoke just seconds after its demise.
Shifting his view to the second tower, Kumoro formulated a plan to aide in the destruction of this tower. He'd previously taken measure which would prove quite useful in this situation; however, it didn't seem like his aid was necessary. No, instead another single man dared to take on the challenge. A beautiful bolt of lightning ripped out of the stormy skies and sank it's vicious teeth into the massive machine as directed by the man. A few moments later and he was scaling the thing, and not long after he'd made his way to the top, he disappeared inside of it. Tsk. Shit...
It was impressive how he'd managed to halt the towers assault temporarily by himself, but with him being caught inside now it became almost unethical to attack as he wanted. If he did so he was confident he could topple his foe and allow those left in the army to push forward and continue their pursuit of victory; however, it could come at the cost of that mans life. Now inside, Kumoro had no idea of whether or not he was alive. And, if he was, crushing the tower would ultimately lead to the death of his life. Ethically, this brought up an incredibly difficult choice: could he weigh the value of this man's life against the weight of victory. To knowing pursue victory at the cost of an allies life?
He clutched his fist, closed his eyes, and threw his fist to the side... He just couldn't do it. He was useless. He felt useless. Everything he trained for, everything he'd done to try and change the future; what did it mean? Here and now, he couldn't do a damn thing! A single tear slipped free from his right eye, creating a small trail down his cheek and across his jaw line before finally leaping off his face and kissing the dirt at his feet gently. His fist, enclosed with more pressure than ever before, rose into the air and sent a gaze which matched and met his own eyes.
He would not be useless! Slowly, his fist uncurled and he raced forward. His path directly confronted the massive tower, and without fear he shot forward - his intentions known only to him. He didn't want to waste his ace-in-the-hole on a single remaining foe though. Instead, he allowed his chakra to replenish mostly as he came to the massive tower. At it's base were several lines of spikes obviously set in place in an attempt to discourage any lower-level intrusions. How bland. Reaching forward as he stopped, he wrapped his hand around one of the spikes and pulled. Duh. They were connected fully to the base, which was indeed welded firmly to its connecting sections. This probably meant that the majority of the materials which composed the tower were touching or conjoined in some way.
Kumoro's hands came together for a moment, whispering silently amongst one another as they kissed. Then, the two pressed forward and slapped the outside of the paralyzed tower in a place between two spikes. "Reality release: Delusion of chaos." A technique he created that was useful for single or multiple targets, by placing the trigger of the Genjutsu upon the base of a single structure, any persons touching that triggered base would, thus, fall victim to the Genjutsu. And, because it seemed as if - or he assumed - the structure was connected on several different levels and in many different ways, his technique would most likely effect the entire thing. As a direct result of this, any person still alive and inside of the tower would likely fall victim to the Genjutsu.
Yes, this still meant that his ally would still be caught in friendly fire; however, it was much saver that bringing the mountain side down on him and crushing him like a can. The Genjutsu worked by manipulating and altering the targets mind frame and separates their mind from their body. The mind is then thrust into a blank and empty matrix until the lonely white world around them is flooded with voices and visions related to the target. These delusions generate an intense chaos which can drive one mad - causing them, in the physical realm, to act erratically. They literally go crazy, swatting at their delusions, trying to kill them and erase them; trying to make all the bad things go away.
Those with a greater strength of mind can break free from the mental prison rather quickly, and escape with little or no side effects. However, those trapped within will remain trapped for at least an hour. Until the time of their release, their bodies will act in accordance with the delusions they're haunted by. After the time of release - granted they're still living - they will be stricken by fear and plagued with incessant shaking and erratic thoughts. This can last anywhere between a few hour or a full day, but is dependent on the strength of mind of the target; and there for is quite variable.
Knowing this, Kumoro thought to use this technique in the event that his ally, Dai, was still alive. If he was, he assumed he'd be strong enough to escape the technique - he had to be if he was daring enough to take on the tower himself, right? In this way, he'd be able to take advantage of the afflicted enemies and could then escape with little or no opposition. If he was dead, well... Then everyone caught within that was an enemy was now shit out of luck.
Unfortunately, the technique had one major flaw. In order to effect a large surface area like so, he had to ensure that his contact on the affliction surface remained constant. Basically, if he removed his hands from the tower, his Genjutsu would fade. He gave the man some time though, he was determined to aid in any way he could. His hands pressed on the side of the tower firmly, waiting for any sign that the man had escaped.
His eyes shut tightly and his mind began to stray...
"Do not ask any questions. Don't tell me anything. You have no rights. The only thing you do have is the rope holding the blade of the guillotine, safely suspended above the necks of your friends. Make no mistake, woman. This is not a negotiation, it's an order."