Genma disappeared from his perch at the roof's edge, left a bundle of sticks to fall in his place, and reappeared on the other side, flanked by a dozen ghostly versions of himself. Kawarimi was a basic genin skill, and so was a clone. Used together, they were perhaps approaching chuunin level. It was the addition of a multi-source lightning jutsu that made it hard to anticipate. Hard to dodge. Genma felt a thrown blade nick his temple, slicing through the bandana fabric of his hatai-ate and into his scalp. He was already moving away from it, dodging the big ninja's katana. The other one--taller, thinner, and obviously not the meat-shield in this operation--hung back. His hands were moving, preparing a jutsu.

Genma didn't wait to find out what it was going to be. He cast his electrical jutsu, raining stinging sparks down on both ninja and lighting up the powerstation rooftop with an eerie glow. The raw electricity crackled and arced, drawing surges from the powerstation's transformers and condensers, setting up a ladder of jagged white racing between two of the high tension lines. It made his hair stand on end all over his body. He grabbed a handful of shuriken from his thigh holster and flung the energized blades straight at the jutsu caster.

The meat shield, unsurprisingly, got in the way. The water jutsu he sent racing towards Genma made it clear he wasn't just muscle after all.

Lighting and water mixed very, very poorly, Genma thought, as he leapt out of the way.