Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160309211815/@comment-26510601-20160326075525

Even a second in the world could mean all the difference, and in this case this metaphor would hold very true. Given Takuza and the largest of the group were giving one another eye-contact, there was nothing to hold back the full effects of the paralyzing genjutsu that was used when Takuza made good use of his sharingan. The others on the right side of the carriage and by their leader's side were looking elsewhere, understanding that their sight needed to be trained elsewhere in the event of a surprise attack.

Being a bandit in a country with a hidden village wasn't easy, especially in such a near grounds as this to Konoha. Some say this was where the foolish roam, but for others this was also the place for the hardiest who undestood how shinobi worked after multiple encounters. So whenever their leader simply locked into place and his eyes grew vacant while the offender quickly disappeared in the blink of an eye, many of them screamed out as to alarm the other side of the carriage while the two to each opposite side of the leader picked up their unsheathed swords and cross them before the leader's chest to make a basic, defensive position in the event the disappearing man tried to attack head on as was somewhat expected.

The men from the other side raised their own swords in unison, sticking them out from all sides in a defensive manner to fend off any incoming ninja so they weren't completely annihilated. Of course, this didn't matter too much as Takuza only slashed flowing waves of fire towards them from a short distance, albeit not short enough to be caught on the sticking end of these many katana.

The slashes themselves were more distracting than anything, great arcs of fire burning bright like the sun flew towards the alert bandits. Many drew back in horror at the sight of these arcs, although there wasn't much to defend against them they still raised their swords against it as though the fire wouldn't simply move through the claws of steel. Given the momentary lapse between each arc surrounding the bandits: There was only but a little time to react. The front were too shocked to move and were lashed by flames across their midsections and arms before the flames faded out, leaving burnt cloth and harshly reddened skin that would blister in a few hours. This occured to the two people on the left as well, but instead they were blinded as they tried to duck down and their eyes and head were struck by the arc of fire.

The last two who actually got away with it were on the right side, using the immediate knowledge of what was happening to get away from this burning fire and successfully ducked under to avoid the flames. The men in the middle screamed in pain, the others on the left screaming wildly given their new found blindness, and those on the right ducking at just the perfect moment to make sure they were not afflicted by this flurry of fire.

The men in front took a charge at the young girl who was simply standing there in the open, her being exposed and seemingly with no defense so far, but what they didn't notice in their fury of adrenaline and anger was that she had begun weaving handseals for some sort of ninjutsu.

The bandits only charged on as they felt the still aching pain of fire that seared their skin and only wished to release this rage in some way or another. So if Yasu continued on, they'd simply charge into her with swords thrust before pinning her body against the side of the carriage. Of course, they'd only be slightly hindered by the elctricity since they were for the most part grounded bu the arcs striking straight from the ground would only amplify once touching the metal plating they adorned and quickly giving them burns and perhaps even some fibrillation that could easily lead to cardiac arrest and then simply death.

But in the time it'd take for those muscle spasms to completely disable them would prove far too long as they'd have already cut the distance and stabbed Yasu. Depending upon her reaction, this could very well be the end for her or at least a very painful way of being put out of the fight.

Meanwhile, the man on the last part of the right side noticed Takuza still there and took the opportunity. The bandit thrust his sword up into the air as to stab the fast shinobi in his groin. If successful, it would prove a very painful wound that would most definitely hit the intenstines. Without medical assistance in the next thirty minutes or so the man could easily die going to shock and from there simply fading out from life. Of course, this was on the condition he did die. At the same time however, the bandit now right behind his stabbing friend prepared his own attack.

A bit lighter and size and a bit more atheltic at that, he jumped onto his friend's shoulder before pushing himself up with his leg jutting out to deliver a harsh dropkick to Takuza's head. These two attacks in conjunction, especially with the proper reaction times of these bandits, could prove a bit of a surprising problem with a man with sure confidence on the situation.

During this whole time though, there was something a bit peculiar about the reaction of the two guards atop of the carriage. Both of their eyes surveyed and watched everything going on, trying to process everything the shinobi were doing. It was strange to say the least, but a minor and near insignificant to those actually fighting as they only stood their grounds atop the carriage.