| [Sep. 16th, 2008|03:45 pm] |
So much for option one.
"Y'know, for a politician's employee," Raidou muttered, "you're really not that diplomatic." The images the kunoichi--she was definitely female, even if her voice was deep--had called up were nothing new to a veteran ninja, but the deepening pinch around his heart wasn't making them easier to listen to.
Quit it, kid. Not helping!
The subtle, delicate approach wasn't working. Raidou pulled his chakra in carefully and raised his voice, "Okay, okay. You win. No hacking off anything while I go down the hallway--"
Translocating quickly had certain risks, like leaving a body part behind, but a decent rescue was all about weighing the costs...
He vanished in a cloud of smoke, appeared in another, and landed neatly on the kunoichi's closely shaven head. Blackened steel flashed as the woman yelled, staggering beneath him. He felt something slam heavily into his backplate, skittering sideways across the armour until it gouged into flesh--
But by that point he had his kunai buried up to the handle in the woman's ear.
Blood spurted warm and wet over his wrist, accompanied by the dull crunch of skull fragments splintering. The kunoichi trembled, muscles quivering, then she collapsed. Raidou fell with her, hitting stone floor and dead flesh with equal grace.
"I'm getting good at this soft landing thing," he grunted. He levered himself up onto one elbow and glanced at the teenager chained to the wall. "Hi." |
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