Despite delivering a blow all above and most within her rank would agree was overkill. Momo didn't simply fire and smirk at her unrestrained might, but instead she seemed almost a bit panicked. Her breathing was deep and heated, as though she'd been wronged on some unprecedent level. Her focus violently shifting from one downed bandit, to another running, to the one shoot and back to the one running.
She'd in this clearest of victories despite delivering such a morale killing blow, beginning to draw another arrow and string it her eyes glared down field. Vision distorted, she'd watch as the people faded away and target took their place. Her inner conscious pleading with her to stop, but she couldn't hear herself over the primal rage and deep breathes.
Her aim grew shaky though, as she'd take even deeper breathes. Focusing her aim, but also subconsciously calming herself. She could feel that pinnacle point of rage and concentration in one. If she let go the arrow would glide with perfect aim and it's own devastation could ping the target. That satisfying thud of success, her eyes deviated to the man with a hole in him.
Momentarily she'd see nothing but a hit target, but then it'd shift to the real sight a man spilling their insides literally. The sight of blood, she'd see nothing but brightness and a black silhoutte. It was the silhoutte of her mother kneeling, as the blood spilled so would the head from her mother's body.
"...Mother..." She'd gasp allowed in an almost choking breath, closing her eyes and restoring the bow to her side. The tension on the string gone and the arrow loosely dangled between two of her fingers.
'I'm sorry' She'd think in her head restoring self awareness, as she began to almost deflate back to her normal self. Tears momentarily slipped down her cheeks, as she'd quickly shake her head to throw her bangs in front of her face. Hiding because she didn't want to be seen, but also using every precious second of bleak confusion, probable unawareness and blind trust to compose herself and keep her name 'sane'.
Weapon in Use
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Cloud RetainerSA in Use:
Mightest Goat | Onigo KKG #1
Treated with Chakra as an infant, Momo's bodies reaction was to channel that through her bloodline. Forever scarring her with Onigo appearance of a warped skin, eye and hair color, as well as two goat like horns protruding from her head. She's however not as skilled as one might think for someone so early indoctrinated into bloodline ability. The major downside of this clan is using it's power causes one to also lose their sanity. Thus Momo whose constantly in a battle to not transform has relatively awful control in comparison to most of her clan.
That stated though, she's still incredibly skilled with the part of her she can transform. Her arms stiffen and bulge with the might of her bloodline, as the nails on her fingers become more claw like and merged with the hand. This allows her to have an incredibly easy time plucking the string of her bow, to rip forth some of the most powerful draw string strengths. As a chuunin she's also begun slowly, but less successfully transforming her feet, so she can almost stand like a mountain goat. Using only the smallest amount of space to perch herself giving her odd vantage points.
Angry Archer Elite | Bow Skill SA #2
In order to taper down her rage, Momo picked up the practice and pleasure of archery. The exercise being a constant in her life since a very young age, she's become quite the professional shot. Not only that as she's an Onigo by bloodline, she's able to accomplish strengths beyond that of most. Meaning she's trained in the art of more and more powerful bows, unintentionally this chuunin would likely break any regular persons bow. Due to this it's smart to be wary of any arrow let loose from her own mighty bows.
