Sighing in boredom after Zati's long introduction, in less than a second, Dark was behind of him, pulling DBRS up and away from his back. The bandages that protected his blade began unraveling, revealing the pure black blade in the beating rays of the sunlight. Letting his right arm drop to his side, he pushed the water down by controlling its movements via chakra, the water soon sinking in until none of it was visible. The bandage strip was now fluttering on the tip of his blade handle, flowing behind Dark like an endless stream of clouds spread out above in the blue sky.
Without hesitation, he delivered the killing strike; a metal manipulator just wasn't what he seemed to be looking for anyway. Splitting the shoulder blade, Dark continued to drive the blade down after he gave it a satisfying downward swing, hearing the comforting crunch of Zati's bone. There was no way he could get away from Dark's swing; the water wasn't there for show. He had used it to track Zati also if he planned any odd movements and to see if the person who he just delivered the killing blow was an actual person. Sure enough, blood began to shoot out ferociously, showering Dark in it. Another figure was here...and he could smell the smoke coming from his cigarette.
"Hmmm....ANBU? Too slow for an ANBU..." Dark said thoughtfully, pulling the blade down and away from Zati, letting Zati's body drop on its own. A slow grin began to invade his hard veneer, showing his blood lust side that was always lying beneath his actions.
"Check....mate...." he breathed in satisfaction. Spinning DBRS with ease, the white piece of string spiraled around, surrounding the blade and handle. Stopping it halfway, the bandage piece continued to spin, finally strapping itself tightly to the blade and handle, Dark sliding it into the back of his jacket, making sure the chain held it close to his body. Feeling DBRS fit snugly inside between the chain and Dark's back, Dark slowly turn around, facing the new stranger.
"You know...I can hear you..." Dark said, still smiling his sadistic smile. He just waited now, waited to see how this person would react. He hoped that this person wasn't going to be as weak as the one he just easily killed just moments ago. He hoped that this person was worthy enough to be a candidate to join Akatsuki. He hoped that if this person was strong but was still a ways away from his own strength that this fight would be enjoying. And he hoped that...
his blood lust wouldn't take over too soon before he could enjoy the fight.