| [Jun. 12th, 2009|03:12 pm] |
He'd been thinking about leaping himself, but that sure worked. Asuma gave the bandaged ninja a bright grin, full of teeth, and grabbed Tsume by the waist. Stepped forward and heaved.
This time, his back didn't so much crack as tear, but it was all kinds of worth it. Tsume shot up like a firework, grabbed the grating, snapped her whole arm through the gap between the bars, and sank five claws straight through an open-toed sandal. Five claws that lengthened.
The seals don't work outside the bars, Asuma realized with savage delight, as blood sprayed, the ninja howled, and something that looked very like two toes ripped away into the night. If he could hold Tsume up, she might be able to pick the lock--as soon as the damn ninja left them alone. He reached up as she swung away from a kunai trying to cleave her arm open from wrist to elbow, and released her grip--
And the vice came back.
Staggered, Asuma didn't so much catch his falling partner as provide a soft landing. They hit the floor in a tangle of limbs and still-sharp claws, losing skin to the rasp of rusted metal, and slammed painfully into a wall. White lights shattered through the black.
Not quite certain if he was unconscious or just blind--again--Asuma tried to get ahold of himself. When that didn't work, he settled for latching onto Tsume and gravity, roughly in that order. Aching arms trembled as he shoved himself up, felt something like legs kick against his side, and grabbed what he hoped was a waist, yanking the lithe, hard-muscled body beneath him to half-crouch, half-lean over.
Entirely out of next steps, he waited and tried not to panic. Which worked great as a plan until a freezing blanket of agony splashed down on his back, lighting fire in open wounds.
Hearing snapped back, bringing mostly screams. |
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