| [Jan. 21st, 2009|04:00 pm] |
She trembled. Trying to keep everything clamped down, kept still, while the air filled with the smell of pain and the high, keening whimper of a great canine. Every muscle screamed to do something. Her energy was clamped as tight as she could get it, even as she saw it glow every so slightly brighter from Kuromaru, out the thin line toward the Hyuuga. That was where everything was getting messed up.
She could see it, she thought. Where their chakra slid into and around the medic's, where he was trying to reconnect the lines, where their energy was hitting him.
Where Kuromaru's chakra was again sliding down his pathway--
Tsume snarled.
Kuromaru dropped to his belly, ears flat against his head, chakra whipping back into him and clamping down.
Sweat broke out on her back, between her breasts. "You know," she said carefully, "we can't actually keep it from exchanging for more than a few minutes at a time. Any more than you can stop your chakra from going down the pathways into your arm." They could keep it to a minimum, but...
Already her heart pounded as if she'd been running a marathon. Kuromaru's pathway was brightening again. |
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