"Noted." She held greater skill and familiarity with ambush tactics--which would certainly be no problem. Unit 294 was skilled in close-range slaughter, but he could fight from afar as well. Likely, the two would begin combat via ambush, and then Unit 294 would narrow in to complete more of the fighting--keeping any enemies at bay and away from her. If she could sneak in another few ranged attacks--great. And, if not--that was fine, as well. Unit 294 was very likely more than capable of finishing everyone off before they could even notice there was more than one of them. This was, after all, a rather low-ranking mission. Intended for genin and chūnin, really. Certainly no real threat to someone--some
thing like him.
"Yes, of course," Unit 294 answered her request with a nod of his head. Of course, they would not likely run into any trouble with the wildlife or environment around them--but there was always the possibility that she could be caught off-guard. She was not native to these lands, after all, and so it would be up to him to keep vigil of any
other possible dangers. Which, considering his knowledge and heightened senses--it would be second nature to the puppet.
And, with that, the two would set off. Unit 294 would follow the woman's lead--just as requested. And while her feats were certainly nothing in comparison to the Shippai's own abilities, it was still a good, steady pace--and he had little doubt that they wouldn't arrive before the sun fully woke their soon-to-be victims. They would, likely, be able to get in and out of there before the sand dunes began to heat up too much--which, while working alongside a human being, was ideal. The last thing that Unit 294 wanted to do was to be responsible for carrying an overheating woman back to the village--he was not designed for such things, and he was uncertain if he would even be capable of lifting her.\
The poor creature only weighed a hundred pounds--which was less than most
teenagers.
"To my understanding, yes," Unit 294 answered simply as the woman attempted to make small-talk with the puppet. While he could not remember a great deal of it,
"I am designed to be a lethal pursuer. Best suited for combat and execution--that has been my specialty since I could remember. A hundred years ago, I was known as an 'Angel of Death', and my presence only meant eminent demise. Those times have mostly been forgotten, I believe." At least, he did not seem to be frequently referred to as such. But he knew, vaguely, of his history as an assassin. Like a student who had only skimmed notes--he could not recall any real details. But he knew at least that much.
"Favoring ambush tactics, do you hope to become something akin to my likeness? An assassin who operates in more traditional tactics?" Many shinobi, it seemed, were loud and flamboyant with their fighting and abilities.
But something in his spirit scorned the idea of such. He held preference for those who studied the blade and dedicated themselves to it--and to those who operated in the shadows, and were far more tricky to notice or catch.
Like samurai and shinobi of old.
SAs Active:
Unflagging Endurance
Armored Bodies
Titanic Speed
Enhanced Sensory
Enhanced Reflexes