Board Thread:Mount Myōboku Logs/@comment-27079171-20161025221420/@comment-30269418-20161031032307

She didn't try to dodge it. In fact, she surrounded her feet with hardened blood, turning to glance at him. As his kick went to her face, she smirked at him. "Big mistake." She may not have enough left for a big move, a little one was good enough. She allowed it to connect, but she didn't move one bit. There wasn't even pain to react to.

She made a handsign, hopefully grabbing onto his leg with both hands, and she whispered, "Blood Style; Blood Spike."

Her own blood spiked through her hands, and if the attack was successful, right into his leg. By now, a small trickle of purple blood was running down her face. "I was never underestimating you. I realise now that you don't realise that I can't feel pain; your intelligence is something to be missed."

The blood would go straight into his leg, right through it. Right through her palm, as well, although she didn't care. By now, there were so many overlapping scars there that it didn't matter anyways. There were overlapping scars everywhere.