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The man was up front about his boons. Fine. That made it easier for them both on the battlefield, as she had done exactly for him.
"You keep them still while I bash them. Sounds too easy." Satoshi would likely detect a bit of disappointment from her voice, though mostly neutral. A mission was a mission, and the stakes didn't feel very high for anybody at the moment.
The woman whipped her hair first, thankfully it had already been tied up into a bun but it didn't feel nice when water trickled down the back of her neck. She shook her head at Satoshi as they continued moving, not paying mind to the moistness and dampness in her clothes. They would dry out with the fevered movement.
"The latter. Sensō is a tough god. Not fair, but as is the same as life." She bore enough of her own individuality to recognise that it was not always fun to not be able to use Ninjutsu or the other arts, but neither did she feel compelled to need them. Her body had always served her to that purpose.
Perhaps in the future she would find use with weaponry, but that felt far and few between with her interest so poignant on her body currently. She nodded at Satoshi's awareness to her battle plan. It didn't always work with some people but they could make it work, and even if she was unwilling to use trickery: it didn't mean that she couldn't help her own utilise their arts easily through her own help. She didn't mind drawing attention to herself that way, as she would pull her thrill from the heat of the battle.
Others, did not like it so much: it was why she was a bit pickier with her missions to ensure such... inconspicuous behaviour was not necessary as it did not belong in her arsenal. The ground itself was becoming less natural and more man made with the way the path itself became clearer among the weeds and roots, dirt movements from the repeated trodding of boot and foot made apparent from the way the natural foiliage parted from between one another. Hanabi had come to a slower footing as she waited for Satoshi's instruction.
But there would be none, because he would begin to run: and Hanabi's eyebrows rose as he followed behind him. Fine, she could deal with that. They were no more than little men in little houses waiting to prey on others, and was not an existence that she could let them abide by.
"'sup lads!" There was more energy to Hanabi's voice as she would be running at one of the to be assailants, grabbing his own weapon: but the woman would go low quite quickly and turn her run into a slide, pushing out one of her feet to take the man's legs from him and be quickly felled by the sudden change of direction and pace.
Given that Satoshi had not specified a dealings with them, she defaulted to the only one she knew how - death. Satoshi himself had begun to laterally deal with one of them, by a swift Kunai to the neck: it let Hanabi know exactly what the game was. The thug had been thrown away by Satoshi, would be Hanabi's next target: but first, dealing with the one she had felled, she had come to a stop on her low kick and stood up, returning back to her target as he crawled to a standing position, only to receive a boot (foot) to the ass and back on his front as Hanabi kicked into him with a hostile intent.
And stood over him she did, and it would be over ever so quickly for him as she did a quick one-two. One foot to quickly be over his side, and a two to stomp the back of the man's neck, feeling it crack in one too many places as her foot met the floor perhaps a little too easily.
Obviously, that meant one left for Hanabi, one left for Satoshi. Satoshi had already dealt with one, and there was one that had not yet been touched: and had begun to swing at his closest person: Satoshi, with a bat. Probably not a good weapon, but if it was all he had... Hanabi did not feel so obliged to help the Chunin and instead would take the person who had come to a stand again, a little too confused at how quickly the situation had come about.
But Hanabi, she was a strong girl: unfortunately, they had not chosen their career well. Hanabi would hop over to her second and Satoshi's former pickings and yanked him by his chestpiece, some shitty raggedy shirt so that she could deliver a devastating palm push to the man's head, pushing past and through him, who would very quickly find his head pushed between the floor - drawing blood, clearly, but ending his life equally so.
And she would turn to face to see what Satoshi had been up to, not minding the blood dripping from her hand. She could wipe it on a bush later.
NAME: Keimou Shou Ouda [Enlightened Palm Strike]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu
ELEMENT: None
DESCRIPTION:
The user forms an open and flat palm with their hands and strikes at the opponent with the full force and weight of their body. Upon impact, the user steps forward and with another push they can instantly double the force used. With the sheer strength required of this style, this simple palm thrust can stop a speeding boulder rolling down a hill in its tracks and with the second push, either break it into fist sized rocks or even send the boulder rolling backwards a dozen feet. When done to a human, the effects can be equally devestating.