| [Jun. 3rd, 2009|07:31 pm] |
The shock of the cold water stopped Ginta's breath in his throat; the shock of that ninja running at them, axe in hand, stopped his heart. His eyes widened as Kakashi faltered. Kakashi couldn't reach for a weapon without dropping Tsuyako, Ginta or both. He couldn't form seals. And Ginta had neither weapons, nor chakra for a jutsu. That desperately flung up water shield had torn through coils achingly overdrawn. Another attempt, even a small one, would certainly knock him out, maybe permanently.
But Kakashi had weapons. Ginta twisted, reaching for Kakashi's thigh holster. He grabbed kunai, flinging two at their attacker, and wielding a third. "Put me down!" he rasped, choking on smoke laden with toxic fumes. That moment on his feet when Kakashi had scooped up Tsuyako had been agony, but... But putting Tsuyako down was Kakashi's only other option.
She's probably already a corpse, Ginta thought. She'd been grey-skinned, covered in blood. Her screams were long silenced.
"Put me down!" Because Ginta could still fight. And maybe Kakashi could get Tsuyako out, and maybe the same miracle that had let him save Ginta from certain death was still operating.
The ninja was almost on them, raising his axe to strike Kakashi's head from his neck.
A dark, feral shape lunged out of the shadow, striking the man in the chest, knocking him sideways. He was already committed to his blow--the axe swung down, striking nothing. It clattered to the concrete floor, ringing strangely loud against the inferno's roar. The dog's jaws closed around his throat as he fell. |
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