| [Apr. 27th, 2009|07:16 pm] |
Something was wrong. Tsume was holding back. Katsuko frowned as she neatly rolled over Tsume's footsweep, one eye on the raging whirlwind of claws and fangs that was Kuromaru. Looked like she'd have to siphon more chakra if she wanted the bunshin to last longer. A feint and a quick rabbit punch to Tsume's head bought her some breathing room. Her face blanked in concentration, Katsuko took hold of her chakra and shoved it through her twisted pathways, the pain of channeling it so familiar now that she hardly even blinked.
The remaining fifteen clones, already looking worse for the wear, reformed and solidified with a nearly audible snap. There. It would take a lot more than claws and fangs to disperse them now.
Kawarimi'ing with a clone again, Katsuko flung a barrage of kunai at Tsume's unprotected back. Had to corner her first, then go after Kuromaru.
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