Tsume looked at her claws, her fingers curling in slightly as they rested, and then at the walls. "I can't go through metal," she said slowly, thinking. "But I might be able to scratch the surface enough..."

She twisted in the loop of Asuma's arms, rising up to her knees as she faced the wall. There, she hesitated. "You might want to cover your ears." Warning given, she stretched as high as she could, placed her hands on the wall and--trying not to think about the fact that Asuma's face was almost at breast-level--dug her claws in and dragged downward with her whole body.

The shriek of nails on a chalkboard was nothing compared to this. It resonated up her arms, into her skull, shaking her entire skeleton. She wanted to fling herself away, stop the horrific noise and the trembling in her bones, rub on the ground until the vibration in her marrow went away.

She kept clawing, instead.

Through the tip of the first seals, one per hand, down the middle, unable to hear anything over the agonized screech of metal. The seals split, four parallel lines per twisting mark, and--

They all went white, flashing outward, leaving shapes on her retinas. She was staring right at them. Tsume screamed even before it started to hurt, chakra pathways hissing as if they'd been burned from the inside out.

She thought, possibly, being both deaf and blind was preferable to what she was now.