Tsume didn't bother flailing, tempting as it was. She coiled instead, ignoring her shirt as it tried to tangle around her face. She didn't need eyes; she knew where Raidou was.

This landing was going to hurt. She wasn't sure she cared. Claws flashed for the hands gripping her ankles. They weren't long, not without a jutsu to lengthen them, but her nails were still sharp.

Now, she proved herself a decent student, and did just what Raidou said: Scratched.