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Gah, jsshh. Phrkin.. Grr!” She mutters with growing frustration, any attempts to dance the fragile papers around gushing flames proving to be too taxing even for her. Were they attached to kunai it would be a different matter, but those flamethrowers were the perfect foil to her plan. In fact, these dang puppets were a perfect foil to her normal tactics in general.
They did not bleed! They did not crush into paste under the bashing assault of her mercystars or fall in two when the doomstar struck them as normal flesh and bone might. No, they were just a stone wall. A metal wall, even worse! She grits her teeth and narrows her eyes, frustration beginning to get the best of her.
At least until she hears Himari. ‘
Ha, best clan’, she mutters under her breath. It was true, her admiration for the funny talking Okada clan, and their endless fire, always delighted the chuunin.
In an instant her demeanor changes, a wide smile and loud laughter starting to peel from Ryoko’s lips. Screw the notes. A flit of both hands sends the notes skywards for a moment, pulling them away from the shippai’s flames and then letting all of her strings detach at once. Leaving the notes to drift on the breeze and flutter down slowly she instead focuses directly on the shippai.
Her normal approach to this battle just wasn’t going to work. She had to change tack. "
WE IMPROVISE!” she shouts back at Himari over the din of battle. Out of range she could mostly ignore the flames pointed towards her, and instead focus on being support.
With the looming threat of the larger shippai becoming overwhelming, she decides it best to just make some openings. Her eyes snap over to Isamu. Two against one, even if one was distracted. She didn’t care for that. She thrusts her right arm forward quickly, all 20 strings attaching to the arm of the puppet focused on Isamu. Just as quickly she jerks her arm back, her strings tightening and jerking the puppet to the side by it’s arm.
It wasn’t a gentle motion by any means, the force transmitted through her strings far exceeding her normal physical strength. Ryoko was a small thing, but the girl could lift! And if she could get the puppet to crash into the one watching her, all the better.
Just as quickly her strings detach again, a frantic wave of her left arm sending the chakra threads to attach to the 5th large puppet targeting Souma. No no, none of that. Her left arm thrusts forward this time, all her strings wrapping around a puppet’s leg. Another strong pull of her arm tightened her strings and pulled hard on the puppet’s leg. Perhaps not enough to fully knock the puppet over, she just hoped it enough to stagger the thing, and ruin its chance to flame on her friends.
Once done her strings detach again, and her eyes quickly resume sweeping over the battlefield, searching for her next target of opportunity. Yes, this felt better. She didn’t need explosive notes or fancy toys. She just needed the talents she had picked up over the years, and some good friends to finish the job for her.
Of course, being airborne also helped. A lot.