Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-28929139-20170930053851

They had sixty feet to play with, and as much as Sup Pung would have liked to utilize that much playroom, she couldn't. It also didn't help that she had been partially right to suspect that Shien's tactics might not work, but that was fine because now they both knew the flares were tampered with. This was a unique case of having their very climate and terrain work against them and this put them at something of a stalemate. There were too many uncertainties and not enough options for her to make that weren't completely risky or even fatal.

But Sup Pung had an idea, and if nothing else, would only garner them more information. She would look back over her shoulder at Shien to silently mouthe to him, "Keep them distracted." Hoping and assuming he complied, she turned and held the tiger seal to summon her own twins, Sup and Pung. Also speaking in silence, Sup moved forward but off-center from the main "field" while Pung stayed back with the real Sup Pung.

Sup would angle herself so that from her position, she saw the twosome would line up, be it side to side, one in front of the other or diagonally intersecting. They were likely watching her at some point, and she would inch her feet and shoulders accordingly in the case of them moving. Whether they were or not, she instantly put her hands together and immediately churned the chakra in her stomach to come barreling out the palms of her hands in the form of wires. In a flash of dark silver, the ten combined wires [five from each hand] would piston in a wide convexing curve that stretches across more than fifty feet and make a beeline right for the boys. The wires were aimed to ensnare them both at the midsections, but even if it missed, Sup flung her arms open in a secondary attempt for the wires to coil backward and maybe catch one or both of them that way.

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Meanwhile, Sup Pung exploited the few seconds she had to dig through the pouches that hung from her utility belt. As a medic and a defacto toolmaker for those in her field, Sup Pung had a variety of fun stuff to pick through. That being said, she blindly dug through the largest and heaviest pouch which contained her tools. From it, she handed Pung a very large pair of birthing forceps and what looked to be a large, dried flesh sack. To be exact, the tanned third stomach of a cow. Armed with the hooks in her left hand and the Omasum in her right, Pung nodded and took off in a Body Flicker back toward and past Shien and went dashing toward Fire's side of the field while the real Sup Pung Body flickered toward Water's side. Both the clone and the real girl would cease utilization of the technique fifteen feet shy of the boys if they were able to get that far, Sup Pung performing hand seals immediately after. Sup Pung would slow into a sprint opening her mouth in an attempt to spit out a large platoon of capturing starch at their feet from one side, while Pung shot in from the other and chucked the birthing hooks over their heads for the real Sup Pung to catch.