Warai Ameko
Might makes right
groupSand Shinobi
age 14 years old
birthday 16 November 1009
rank Genin
occupation Team 1
Ameko’s eyes narrowed, the explanation as to the inhabitants of the village absorbed like water into the sand. It made sense, semi-organised, but not with a proper structure. Militarised but not military. Bandits with a likely leader, probably the good sense to engage in patrols, maybe they’d killed some peasant militia or had deserted. The latter… was less likely, she thought, there was no war from which to flee. As thoughts danced through her head, she continued to nod and listen intently, trying and failing to capture the scent of blood with her own nostrils. Animalistic as she was, the sense of smell of her companions still eluded her. She’d need to rely on her bondmates for that, well them and Arashi.
Turning her attention to one of said bondmates, Ameko quirked her head at Yuki, the hyena’s ghoulish chittering the precise response she needed. The wolf and her alpha had been correct.
"Yuki says twelve,” She answered, there was no point stating her own view. Her hyena had spoken and she trusted the animal implicitly.
He probably did not have the skill to discern anymore than that, but there was no point to admitting that flaw.
Instead, she had to try to provide some sort of tactical plan to a woman who absolutely would know if she failed in that regard.
Ameko pressed her teeth together, hissing through them as she thought, before finally speaking, "Organised movement indicates patrols… Meaning we will need to look out for being spotted, we can’t exactly waltz right in… They also have the numbers advantage in terms of combatants, if we say all twelve are capable? Um, wait, if battle was weeks ago we can presume, yes… We should presume yes anyway, but-”
She shook her head for a moment, refusing to allow herself to stumble off course, "Patrols and scouts are a threat, but also an opportunity. We can remove those separated from the group from the equation one by one, like a buffalo that strays from the herd.”
Of course, once the buffalo was downed, the remainder of the herd were left free to escape. Such hunting tactics could not translate one-to-one.
"Whoever's left can be distracted through one member of the pack-” she caught herself, "party drawing attention, allowing for a decisive and overwhelming force to the distracted gits still standing?”
She wasn’t quite so sure of that plan, but striking hard seemed to work more often than not. And direct confrontation was inevitable, was it not? |
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