Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161120210730/@comment-30269418-20161122031715

Listen & Read - Dropping That Rock Lee Track

Sansa let out a ''tch. ''Higa was worming around in the alleyway, shocked at having been dropped somewhere so dirty and compact. It's scales reflected the moonlight and it was clear that it appeared to be a massive snake. It wiggled, thrashing around. Even though it was large, and clearly seeable by any shinobi who went to investigate, Higa began to cry. The voice of a child came from it. "Why would you sssssummon me in a place like thisssss?" Chichi easily avoided each thrash, hopping onto the tail and using it to propel herself towards the puppet-master. She was clearly annoyed, her calm demeanor slipping from her face.

"My apologies. It seems like I was followed by an unwelcome visitor. The animal is no harm; he's a child. And besides, it seems like he's stuck." It was true; the snake wasn't 'fat', but it was certainly having trouble getting out of the alley. If Ranta knew anything about beasts, he'd know that it wasn't a snake but a dragon. A baby dragon. It's scales brilliantly reflected the moonlight, creating a disco-ball effect. It managed to worm itself belly-up, to which it only continued to thrash as the whites of its belly was shown. In its belly, there were glowing orbs that presumably would allow the dragon to fly...float..? "Really, Higa can't attack. You honestly think a summon like that is useful for anything?"

"I heard that!" Higa cried, tears dripping from his maw. In reality, Higa really wouldn't cause anyone any harm if he couldn't help it. Even if he was thrashing, his flesh fit inside the alleyway, so he wouldn't destroy a building. At this point, several people came to investigate, not quite put-off by the creature... but in awe of how cute it was. That was not Sansa's desired effect. She had a frown on her face, but made no movement. She was too annoyed to do anything but watch.

She stared at Ranta; he seemed quite cocky. Quite sure of his skills. Even if Chichi wasn't as strong as Sansa, she still hated that. She hated people who brought themselves up and thought it the truth. In fact, he might want to swallow his words, she thought.

"Very well. I'll come." She pulled at the scroll attached to a bracelet on her wrist and it grew in size as she infused it with her chakra. Her hair blew in the wind as the area around them seemingly got colder. She bit her thumb and slid it against the summoning area of the scroll, leaving a long smear of blood. With that, she spun it around her.

Her hands slid against the smooth part of the scroll, and her arms began to blur as she began to target all of the puppets and him. She seemed to create a mini whirlwind as she threw the weapons. Her first try would be to pin the puppets down so they couldn't defend their user. But this scroll was also one of her favorites; there were no explosive tags, but there were one hundred of each type of throwable basic shinobi weapon locked within. It really was a crammed space, and probably the biggest one she had when it came to weapon storage.

At this point, he'd be rapidly assaulted by tools, non-stop. It would be like a huge blizzard; the force used may also push his puppets back.

At the end of the scroll, there would be a pleasant surprise laying in waiting. She needed him on the defensive, as she held a piece of wood in each hand that held hundreds of strings. Speed was her friend, indeed.

After all of the weapons were thrown, the scroll would wind itself up and drop to the floor as she began to spin, pulling all but four of the weapons with her, four of which would make for a quick escape should she need to use the body replacement technique. This 'technique' was a good defense; usually, anyone who tried to cross it would find themselves shredded. As she spun the weapons spun with her, faster and faster. It created a tornado of sorts; a tornado full of deadly and sharp weaponry.

The sound of metal brushing against metal was like familiar music to her ears. This fight would follow her tempo, not his, and he'd need to be able to keep up to kill her if that was his wish. By being in an open space, it was her playing field.