Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161207181432/@comment-30269418-20161211035044

All she felt was the pressure and the pain. He squeezed against her burns and she winced. Right now her entire being was sensitive, but she didn't care. Ignoring the pain, she'd make use of the weapons she had to get out of the grasp of the shinobi who tightly bear-hugged her; since she left behind her weapons and intended to fight this hand-to-hand, she needed to get creative.

She'd fight like a cornered animal, and chomp down on whatever flesh was exposed closest to her mouth with the intent to cause pain and possibly make him let go. She had no time to think strategy, so she'd rely on instinct. And the rage consumed her, and she'd dig into whatever flesh she'd manage to clamp onto harder. She'd let go if he let go, and that's the way this dance would go.