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Asaya watched the world around her as it blurred from color to black and white... the black being the back of her eyelids. She was able to watch the shapes of her teammates in motion as the tunnel closed in, her body prioritizing oxygen for the parts of the brain that controlled living like the heart and maybe the lungs if they ever came back on line over that pesky occipital distraction. Kaya stood over Reyna's bloody form face down in the building snow. It was then that the Yuki rolled her eyes to the back of her head, desperately considering what to do next as silence rolled over the field. Yes. The girls could get away. The storm had caught the oni by surprise and they paused in their assault to assess the new scene. If what remained of Team Hikaru was quiet, they could get out of this mess and return with assistance - there was no way a pair of genin or even three could be expected to handle such a situation, not if it had been made to trap a bijuu.
Yet a bijuu would be their answer. The white-haired girl wasn't quite aware what the sensation was that weighed on her or who it had come from, but the feeling as if being watched, hunted, was an old one. She'd been trained in the midnight woods beside her grandfather until he had deemed her wise and strong enough to walk them on her own, and in the dark there were a great many things that could intend to kill you, but a great many more that your mind created for you. This feeling had started as one of fear. Enough times in the darkness, however, and its mystery runs off of you like oil on the surface of water, dipping down then bobbing back up again, unable to assimilate in the liquid, and leave it pure.
Adrenaline. As pure a substance as any made from the human body, triggering a state of heightened senses and clarity where none should exist. Fear could hinder or aid as the user intended. It was simply another choice to be made, another weapon to be wielded, a sword with which to play. This oozing, creeping intent upon her skin made Asaya very aware.
And very, very angry.
The boy at her back slackened his grip, uncertainty pulling him into a fight or flight reflex that couldn't be bothered with the first option despite that being exactly what he had been doing only moments before. The girl in his arms sucked in a breath through her nose, the chilly air filling her with more clarity and she opened her eyes. The snow settled around them all as the illusory weight fell upon each flake with a burden too heavy for simple crystal folds, and Reyna lay before her eyes, boiling underneath her flesh despite the biting cold. What had at first appeared to be blood now looked a gelatanous membrane crawling over her fleshy husk and eating it alive. Only, when it receded, she was fine. She even stood, muttering things the pounding in Asa's ears couldn't hear. Shortly thereafter, shouting began and fighting broke out, the attacker who had pinned the Yuki to the ground ran into the foray, but her blue eyes couldn't see it to them outside this limited frame, and with her lungs filling again, fingers and legs tingling with renewed function all that adrenaline had a release.
Kiddo was under her elbow and it took very little effort to leverage between herself and her captor. The nodachi sheath dove into the soft valley created by the jaw and easily pushed the shinobi back from his quarry, Asaya heaving his arms up and over her as she pushed her shoulder into him, further opening the circumference of his limbs for her to drop out of. It was far more motion than her head agreed with, sending stars to her visual centers and her hands to the ground so her face didn't follow. Stumbling backwards, the kunoichi gasped, finally hauling a load of oxygen enough to satisfy her starved respiratory system. It nearly knocked her unconscious, even faster than the initial attempt. She swayed from side to side, her body finding its equilibrium again by rocking her like a playhorse, layers of herself slowly stacking into a standing position once more. The whole of it wasn't unlike being drunk, only sobriety and the hangover were much more immediate. As were the previous nights regrettable mistakes. Hers came lunging for her face, so... very much like her granfathers drunken nights indeed. It must've run in the family.
His fear had overwhelmed him and she put him down with a simple side-step and downward strike to his vulnerable scapula. His body hit the snow with a soft plop. It wasn't deep enough to bury him, but it was just enough to cover his face and make one very irritable. Which was why she didn't let him get back up. Another swipe at the back of his head and he was in sudden agreement with her - ice shavings did make for great pillows! Ignoring her energized arms' wishes, she assumed another such attack would be unappreciated.
"COULD YOU STOP SCREAMING!!"
The voice was Reyna's, but Asa couldn't locate any screaming. Bowing her head and closing her eyes, the Yuki clapped her hands together and gathered her chakra about her, pushing it out to break whatever genjutsu had fallen over herself. This adrenalizing sensation could've had audio-visual elements to it that kept her from being able to hear the screaming her teammate mentioned. She kept her head bowed a moment, stretching her aura further in case the genjutsu was laid throughout their surroundings rather than over herself, though this seemed unlikely considering that the Azuma girl could hear the screaming - she hadn't mentioned an affinity with genjutsu - but it appeared to have no effect. It had to be a strong shinobi channeling the jutsu, it simply couldn't be anything more than an illusion. However, something in the air seemed off, telling the girl that maybe she shouldn't be so sure about that, only to hear the following words:
"Okay, now you can blow up."
Turning her face up, she saw the trapped kunoichi clad in layers of tags - they must have been sealed with explosive jutsu. The blue-haired girl had to have been knocked senseless by the genjutsu, if not experiencing a psychotic break from the training-gone-wrong in itself; she should've been ducking for cover! Asa ran for her teammates, hands coursing through the necessary handseals, sweeping snow along in her drift. Sliding before the girls, the snow gathered for the Yuki, adhering crystal to crystal in a curved screen before them all, a thin, short wall intended to protect them from a blast that would easily melt it away. It was better than nothing.
As the selection of meat plummeted into the shape, it knocked the icy wall to ground zero, rivulets of water running down air and hissing against seared flesh where it landed, Asaya wrinkled her nose as if the motion could restrict the fumigation of barbecued kunoichi from snaking through her nostrils. She felt chunks against the open toes of her shoes and she felt her throat tighten. It was warm. Fear and disgust were completely separate entities, and while the girl knew both well, only one of them could make her skin crawl despite such perfect weather. Refusing to look down, she stepped back and faced her teammates. Reyna wasn't looking back at her, trying to find something in the snow instead, rambling about the numbers of their enemies, Midori, and Kaya, finally circling around to something helpful.
"What should I do?"
The Yuki clasped a hand on the Azuma's shoulder. "You've done enough," she told the girl, suddenly very aware that the murderous sensation in the air was cloying around this blue-haired kunoichi. Letting go, she elaborated, "We must retreat and gather forces. This was an organized assault on the Savior within the walls of the Cloud, this is not something we can handle alone. From the state of the Sato-sensei's Kage Bunshin, there may be some sort of jutsu that can interrupt chakra fielding their exit strategy, and we have no other leads, unless someone would like to question the witnesses..." Looking about the forest, Asaya became all too aware that said witnesses might not be as informative as she would've hoped. All the same, her point stood: they needed help.
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Asaya watched the world around her as it blurred from color to black and white... the black being the back of her eyelids. She was able to watch the shapes of her teammates in motion as the tunnel closed in, her body prioritizing oxygen for the parts of the brain that controlled living like the heart and maybe the lungs if they ever came back on line over that pesky occipital distraction. Kaya stood over Reyna's bloody form face down in the building snow. It was then that the Yuki rolled her eyes to the back of her head, desperately considering what to do next as silence rolled over the field. Yes. The girls could get away. The storm had caught the oni by surprise and they paused in their assault to assess the new scene. If what remained of Team Hikaru was quiet, they could get out of this mess and return with assistance - there was no way a pair of genin or even three could be expected to handle such a situation, not if it had been made to trap a bijuu.
Yet a bijuu would be their answer. The white-haired girl wasn't quite aware what the sensation was that weighed on her or who it had come from, but the feeling as if being watched, hunted, was an old one. She'd been trained in the midnight woods beside her grandfather until he had deemed her wise and strong enough to walk them on her own, and in the dark there were a great many things that could intend to kill you, but a great many more that your mind created for you. This feeling had started as one of fear. Enough times in the darkness, however, and its mystery runs off of you like oil on the surface of water, dipping down then bobbing back up again, unable to assimilate in the liquid, and leave it pure.
Adrenaline. As pure a substance as any made from the human body, triggering a state of heightened senses and clarity where none should exist. Fear could hinder or aid as the user intended. It was simply another choice to be made, another weapon to be wielded, a sword with which to play. This oozing, creeping intent upon her skin made Asaya very aware.
And very, very angry.
The boy at her back slackened his grip, uncertainty pulling him into a fight or flight reflex that couldn't be bothered with the first option despite that being exactly what he had been doing only moments before. The girl in his arms sucked in a breath through her nose, the chilly air filling her with more clarity and she opened her eyes. The snow settled around them all as the illusory weight fell upon each flake with a burden too heavy for simple crystal folds, and Reyna lay before her eyes, boiling underneath her flesh despite the biting cold. What had at first appeared to be blood now looked a gelatanous membrane crawling over her fleshy husk and eating it alive. Only, when it receded, she was fine. She even stood, muttering things the pounding in Asa's ears couldn't hear. Shortly thereafter, shouting began and fighting broke out, the attacker who had pinned the Yuki to the ground ran into the foray, but her blue eyes couldn't see it to them outside this limited frame, and with her lungs filling again, fingers and legs tingling with renewed function all that adrenaline had a release.
Kiddo was under her elbow and it took very little effort to leverage between herself and her captor. The nodachi sheath dove into the soft valley created by the jaw and easily pushed the shinobi back from his quarry, Asaya heaving his arms up and over her as she pushed her shoulder into him, further opening the circumference of his limbs for her to drop out of. It was far more motion than her head agreed with, sending stars to her visual centers and her hands to the ground so her face didn't follow. Stumbling backwards, the kunoichi gasped, finally hauling a load of oxygen enough to satisfy her starved respiratory system. It nearly knocked her unconscious, even faster than the initial attempt. She swayed from side to side, her body finding its equilibrium again by rocking her like a playhorse, layers of herself slowly stacking into a standing position once more. The whole of it wasn't unlike being drunk, only sobriety and the hangover were much more immediate. As were the previous nights regrettable mistakes. Hers came lunging for her face, so... very much like her granfathers drunken nights indeed. It must've run in the family.
His fear had overwhelmed him and she put him down with a simple side-step and downward strike to his vulnerable scapula. His body hit the snow with a soft plop. It wasn't deep enough to bury him, but it was just enough to cover his face and make one very irritable. Which was why she didn't let him get back up. Another swipe at the back of his head and he was in sudden agreement with her - ice shavings did make for great pillows! Ignoring her energized arms' wishes, she assumed another such attack would be unappreciated.
"COULD YOU STOP SCREAMING!!"
The voice was Reyna's, but Asa couldn't locate any screaming. Bowing her head and closing her eyes, the Yuki clapped her hands together and gathered her chakra about her, pushing it out to break whatever genjutsu had fallen over herself. This adrenalizing sensation could've had audio-visual elements to it that kept her from being able to hear the screaming her teammate mentioned. She kept her head bowed a moment, stretching her aura further in case the genjutsu was laid throughout their surroundings rather than over herself, though this seemed unlikely considering that the Azuma girl could hear the screaming - she hadn't mentioned an affinity with genjutsu - but it appeared to have no effect. It had to be a strong shinobi channeling the jutsu, it simply couldn't be anything more than an illusion. However, something in the air seemed off, telling the girl that maybe she shouldn't be so sure about that, only to hear the following words:
"Okay, now you can blow up."
Turning her face up, she saw the trapped kunoichi clad in layers of tags - they must have been sealed with explosive jutsu. The blue-haired girl had to have been knocked senseless by the genjutsu, if not experiencing a psychotic break from the training-gone-wrong in itself; she should've been ducking for cover! Asa ran for her teammates, hands coursing through the necessary handseals, sweeping snow along in her drift. Sliding before the girls, the snow gathered for the Yuki, adhering crystal to crystal in a curved screen before them all, a thin, short wall intended to protect them from a blast that would easily melt it away. It was better than nothing.
As the selection of meat plummeted into the shape, it knocked the icy wall to ground zero, rivulets of water running down air and hissing against seared flesh where it landed, Asaya wrinkled her nose as if the motion could restrict the fumigation of barbecued kunoichi from snaking through her nostrils. She felt chunks against the open toes of her shoes and she felt her throat tighten. It was warm. Fear and disgust were completely separate entities, and while the girl knew both well, only one of them could make her skin crawl despite such perfect weather. Refusing to look down, she stepped back and faced her teammates. Reyna wasn't looking back at her, trying to find something in the snow instead, rambling about the numbers of their enemies, Midori, and Kaya, finally circling around to something helpful.
"What should I do?"
The Yuki clasped a hand on the Azuma's shoulder. "You've done enough," she told the girl, suddenly very aware that the murderous sensation in the air was cloying around this blue-haired kunoichi. Letting go, she elaborated, "We must retreat and gather forces. This was an organized assault on the Savior within the walls of the Cloud, this is not something we can handle alone. From the state of the Sato-sensei's Kage Bunshin, there may be some sort of jutsu that can interrupt chakra fielding their exit strategy, and we have no other leads, unless someone would like to question the witnesses..." Looking about the forest, Asaya became all too aware that said witnesses might not be as informative as she would've hoped. All the same, her point stood: they needed help.
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