She yanked on her chakra as she whipped through the air, instincts and years of training taking over.

Her chakra lurched sickeningly and the world spun, graying out around the edges. She went limp, vaguely aware of slamming up against a hard chest, feeling arms wrap around her like steel bands. She tried to pull herself together, and only managed to make it worse as chakra couldn't go down the non-existent pathways she tried to push it toward.

The world was mostly confusion, her system too shot to even give her a bearing on location. She was aware of being held, rapidly shifted into a slightly less awkward position, and guessed it had to be Raidou--or a clone; the scent was ever so mildly less. Either way, now would be a bad time to get pounded. She lifted a hand and slapped it twice against the first skin she found that wasn't hers.