Warai Ameko
Might makes right
groupSand Shinobi
age 14 years old
birthday 16 November 1009
rank Genin
occupation Team 1
The giggle that had been upon Ameko’s lips died when Senshi screamed. Despite the violence, despite the bloodshed, Ameko had been enjoying herself. Part of that, most likely, had been born out of her youthful sense of immortality. Sure, the occasional scratch or wound would be suffered, but she’d never truly considered that she and her teammates could be injured, could die. They were shinobi, after all, what were but a few bandits? Senshi being injured changed that. The blood-curdling scream set Ameko on edge, her hackles raising as she rose from her position on the downed man.
The world seemed to move in slow motion, Risuki and her undead companion moved to protect the youngest of their number, covering her downed form with her own. Ameko watched her move, feeling useless as the redhead protected the blonde with her own body, cradling her and rushing her away from the danger.
That same lulled sense of time continued as Risuki called back, an order to finish the mission. Ameko stared for a moment, before nodding, turning her attention back to the remaining bandits. It seemed the remnants of the garrison, as well as reinforcements from the other two buildings had sallied forth in order to meet the threat before them.
Ameko had not witnessed Senshi’s wound, she did not know her status. All she knew was that her teammate- no, her friend- had been wounded, had screamed, and had been cradled like a babe in retreat. These animals had done that.
Yuki and Kori circled the battlefield, jaws snapping and dodging out of the way of an occasional arrow.
Ameko whistled, a sharp sound, a harsh sound. Then the order came, "Kill.”
With her teammates retreating, Ameko and her animal companions were outnumbered, the bandits from the remaining forts rushing forth to join the fray and overwhelming their small number. Fortunately, the combined jutsu of the Karamatta and the Kyokujitsu had done enough to wound and bloody the enemy force. The Warai may have been outnumbered, but she was fighting remnants. And she was furious.
Rage and blood filled her, the sole thought on her mind being that of vengeance. Senshi was wounded. Senshi may have been dead. The bond between her, Yuki and Kori pulsed with chakra. And she leapt forth.
Her legs collided with the buildings, the interior of the fort becoming her playground. Her twin kunai and teeth slashed and bit, drawing blood and screams from the enemy as her Claw Cacophony was unleashed. Like a pinball, she leapt from surface to surface, just too fast for the archers to hit her. In time, those archers would become the first to fall to her blades. Leaving the melee combatants to contend with Yuki and Kori.
The hyenas fought viciously, any semblance of civility or dog-like friendliness abandoned in favour of naked aggression. Teeth closed on throats, men screamed. Knives and swords slashed at the beasts, and they yelped and bled, but their fight did not end, it could not end.
With time, exhaustion overtook Ameko, and her own jutsu was halted by a well time hit from one of the bandits. His club collided with her ribs, sending her sprawling and sputtering for air as she slid across the ground. Sharp pain tore at her, and her ears welled with tears as she struggled to fight through the agony. She had to force herself to all fours, staring down the man as if she were a wounded animal and not a teenage girl.
Wounded and dead filled the fort, only three men remained standing, one for each of the trio. With simultaneous movements they streaked forward, teeth beared, their wounded and bloody forms attacking with practised movement. The hyenas’ teeth once again found purchase at their enemies’ windpipes, and Ameko found herself joining them. Her own teeth bit, ripped, and lifeblood filled her mouth.
Bestial rage flooded through her, adrenaline pumping as she finally released her jaw. She ached, she bled, and she was covered in the viscera of her enemies. Dumbly, she realised she had no energy left with which to stand. Slowly, she quirked her head to look at Kori, the smaller hyena padding over to her with a limp in his gait.
He whined, and it was all Ameko could do to place her head against his. Maybe they could just sleep a moment. Exhaustion overtook her, and the garrison fell silent. |
Karamatta Risuki Kyokujitsu Senshi Jutsu Used NAME: Tsume no Fukyōwaon [Claw Cacophony] RANK: C CHAKRA USAGE: Low CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu ELEMENT: - HANDSEALS: -- DESCRIPTION: Using the clan's powerful leg muscles, the user bunches and springs, catching opponents with slashes as they pass, bouncing off surrounding objects to continue the attack. The primary difficulty is if an opponent is on the move, it can be difficult to focus the attack on the target. |
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