| [May. 28th, 2009|07:31 pm] |
Infuriating was a good word--especially when she couldn't decide whether she wanted to laugh or to murder him. Maybe both. 'As smart as you think you are'? She hadn't been that overbearing, had she?
In any case, he'd deserved it.
And she was doing a great job of loosing her cool before they even reached the battlefield. Natsumi tugged on her ponytail, re-adjusted her mask, and set off after him. He wasn't walking particularly fast; she caught up within just a few strides. "Looks like you're right. My plan was to send you off to draw the thieves out while I lurk in the conveniently placed shrubbery and pick them off. You don't get jumpy with arrows whistling past your cheeks, do you?"
Even if he didn't, she'd still have to be careful. A gorge that wide and deep would be a natural funnel for contrary winds; she might even have to employ a few of her own Wind jutsu to keep her arrows on course. Still, one hundred feet was well within her comfortable range. She could split a soybean at seventy-five.
That might be enough to impress even Asuma. |
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