| [Apr. 27th, 2009|07:18 pm] |
Tsume grabbed for the power to spin into a kawarimi seal of her own--and realized she was never going to manage it before the kunai hit her. She'd gathered some chakra, though, and now she shoved it into her muscles, vaulting out of the way of steel edges.
Clear from that danger, the quick bite of pain-scent of a moment before registered. For a brief instant she thought she'd caused it, but as quick as that thrill arrived it vanished. It had happened when Katsuko had firmed up the clones, not when Tsume had struck. Interesting.
She pulled away from the fight, dodging copies rather than engaging, leaving Kuromaru for the moment to tear into his opponents. He was enjoying it, anyway.
The real Katsuko had disappeared again, swallowed into the melee of chakra-created women. If Tsume got close enough she could identify the kunoichi by scent--clone-scent was always weaker, sometimes nonexistent--but it meant wading through all the others. She channeled energy, carefully coiling it as she dropped back, and back, prowling on the edges of the fight and avoiding dopplegangers as much as possible.
Her limited pathways strained and stretched, allowing chakra through grudgingly. When she had enough, she spun it into a basic Inuzuka jutsu, feeling her teeth and nails lengthen again, adding speed and strength without having to constantly draw for it. Then she whipped back into the battle, not bothering to engage the clones--getting close enough to scent if they were real, dispatching the ones she needed to, but mostly avoiding them.
Take down the wielder, and they would vanish, too. |
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