Risuki can't help but to chuckle a little when Senshi suggests that it would be cool to sleep in a fort, but she shrugs. Cool or not, it was unsafe. Despite her name, she really didn't like taking that kind of a risk, especially if it meant she wouldn't get to sleep at all, more than likely. She listens in on the new plan to take out the guards they could, ambush the first barracks, then hit the rest hard and fast to keep them from alerting the others. She smiles when it seems Ameko is about as unsure about her pelt as her own hyenas are, showing that they think rather similarly. The mention of archers makes Risuki frown a little. She hadn't thought about long range combat; she was capable of hitting at around medium range, but she has no methods for much greater distances. Well, there was no better time to see the Scorch Release in action than right now. She starts to ask Senshi about it, but she's interrupted by the blonde's request that they take care of the guys on the wall while she takes out the ground units. So much for that.
Risuki folds her fingers into each other and then extends her palms forwards and out, popping all of her fingers at once in a pushing motion before she returns her hands and curls her fingers into fists. She's not sure if Ameko knows enough ranged combat to take down her own archer, but she can at least take down one of them, and if they coordinate well enough, both archers can be taken down simultaneously.
"Awright, Ameko. I'll take down one, you take the other, and we'll do it quick like."
Risuki runs on ahead, not waiting to hear if Ameko does have a problem with it; she wants the mission done quick, and they'll need speed on their side to get rid of the patrols without being spotted. At least the Karamatta shinobi is able to keep out of sight of the archers by using the pelt over herself, doing her best to look like a wild dog that's wandering around in the desert, at least until she gets close enough to the wall that the archers wouldn't be able to keep track of her. From this point, it's a bit of work, but by slamming her iron knuckles into the wall to form something like a grip, she's able to scramble up. She really ought to learn a few of those surface walking techniques she'd heard about, but there was no time to think on that; she was quick to rush directly to the archery tower used to keep watch, leaping upwards as she uses the structure to keep herself hidden from the other guards.
Once she reaches the parapet, she slams her fist into the back of the man's head, quickly taking his place in silhouette so that the other guards don't realize too soon that their lookouts are down.
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