Board Thread:Hyūga Compound/@comment-34651819-20181015223556/@comment-28929139-20181017233858

Her expectations didn't go beyond the height of her shoes. That was usually what got most shinobi in trouble, or how they wound up dead. Just roll with it. That was a common motto spouted by a few mildly talented boys in her class. How much that would actually apply in the real world and on the field would remain to be seen. But when her makeshift paper flail went right through a fuzzing image of the man, Kai instinctively started to turn right in order to keep from sitting pretty to a counterrattack. And just as he yelled his admonition to her, she hastened the range of motion so that turn transformed into a heavy fling of both arms as they refleshed themselves.

Since her back right arm had already been raised at the ready, she pivoted to try and slam her shifting weight backward into his protruding arms, causing a flood of stick-it sized sheets of paper to combust against  him if contact was made. He was presumably within two feet of her personal space and bending slightly to accommodate her height, so her intent was to invade his and exploit that poising, whether he stuck it to her or not. The fingers of her right hand were wide open and spread apart to assure that the hardest part of her forearm slapped against his own, while the back of her left hand was hopefully able to tag him in the face or shoulder. Of course, whether that was a go or a bust, Kai fell on her ass either way, the difference being, she was getting low on chakra, or overdosing. Still, it gave the other two misfits a chance to get one over on him, but that would remain to be seen. Considering how she'd been a little preoccupied with the man of the hour, Kai wasn't able to see what either of them were doing, but hoped it at least bought them some time.