Board Thread:World Map/@comment-24937485-20160402171622/@comment-24479578-20160403010925

She felt the collision of her head with Dante’s knee and was thrown towards the side. It stung but it was not the first time that she had felt something hard hit her in the head. Lil B and his leg weights taught her that.

With being thrown to the side from his hit, she thought quickly and placed her hands down against the ground. With a bit of a strained push, she forced herself into a round off and landed on her feet with a slight crouch.

All her training had been for a good cause. Standing, her eyes went wide as she saw the hand motions that her brother was making. She remembered those seals from him trying to learn them with her at the training ground. *You and your stupid fire...* She thought to herself as she was already starting to place herself into a spin. Her hair whipped about her head as she began to evenly dispel chakra from her body. Feeling the heat of the fire as it engulfed her chakra orb and was deflected to the other areas around her. She felt the heat of it even through the orb and knew her skin was at least going to be red after that.

Coming out of the rotation, she’d once more come to stand in the ready position. Her eyes focused upon her brother as she watched him come to the ready stance as well. Slowly, she’d move from the small crater that she had created with her Rotation heaven with her eyes still upon her brother and her hands at the ready for anything.

It would seem as if she was creeping up on him and perhaps she was. The side of her head throbbed but it wasn’t the first time she’d been hit. But she had moved close enough and with each step she had taken, her focus had only grown that much more. Her skin was red and hurt, but it wasn’t anything like the dragon fire that they had experienced together.

Standing about four feet before him, the child had taken a deep breath and began her attack. She’d aim to make her first two strikes and whisper out the number as she did. “Two.” Her hands came about to strike him again twice more. “Four.” Her focus only becoming stronger with each attempted hit. Now adding another four hits. “Eight.” Her strikes were relentless and only growing faster with another eight aimed at him. “Sixteen.” Then she took a step forward as each set of strikes would have forced him back. Her hands and arms were a flurry of motions as she then proceeded to make the final sixteen strikes aimed for him. “Thirty-two!” The Eight Trigrams Thirty-two palms was no less effective than the full version and if successful, he wouldn’t be able to use his chakra for quite some time and it would make it difficult for him to move.

She’d then move back into her gentle fist stance to see what would come to her next.