Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160505040109/@comment-26510601-20160505052559

The sands had begun to settle, but the true storm had only just begun. Something stirred deep within Suna, in one of its small district presumably known by many to be abandoned. What people may thought only vagabonds and komuso monks roamed there, and truly in sight it would appear to be so. But many of these mere homeless were much different than what their appearances suggested.

For the past two hours, a great sandstorm had been blowing throughout this prefecture of the Land of Wind. In that time, many of these abandoned stucco buildings, only separated by the narrow and claustrophobic streets below began to suddenly grow lively. Where bonfires had already been lit, dancing shadows began to move about and strange figures move between the narrow street from one building the next. Within these buildings, excited whispers sounded off as many began to abandon their ragged and torn attire in trade of dark cloaks and other such garb that would make them better one with the many shadows that would soon be about after the storm resided and its heavy clouds headed over Suna and helped continue to blot out the moon above.

The sand settled, many streets and small crevices of Suna had been given a light fall of sand that was unevenly distributed throughout. These small, closed streets in this abandoned district including many of the building tops high above began to pour out with figures that disappeared as soon as they came out. Many traveled within 8-man cells, leaving 50 cells that began to distribute out into the known populated areas nearby.

Many of these cells resided at the unorthodox openings in these buildings as means to get in, for some these were balconies, others windows large enough to squeeze through; etc. Many would begin to silently but swiftly run and crawl through these into unsuspecting homes. As if with the speed of the wind on their back, many would quickly dispatch of whole families in homes. Walls splattered in blood as these shinobi desperately tried to fill their bloodlust as quickly as possible.

The idea for this was to silently go through each and every home in this district of Suna, slaughtering each person within before moving on. From there, they'd move onto the next district, rinse, repeat. Whatever it took to thin down the numbers of the enemy before they were willing to let themselves be known to the world.

Few precautions were laid between each cell, as most shinobi were of jōnin level; very highly skilled individuals to say the least as they ravaged through each house and dropped bodies one by one. But if there was to be any sort of shout or scream, any sort of noise that could potentially sound off other houses within a district: There'd be hell to pay as the shinobis simply dropped their current discrepancy and mindlessly began to slaughter if it meant making a quick get away. Those out in the streets at this hour would normally be swept up by a cell as with 8 men it was hard to stay out of their sight.

For now, these men and women 400 strong: They held the element of surprise. Such a thing would give them quite the advantage for some time, but it wouldn't be long until such a thing was ruined and they'd have to deal with all of Suna's army. At least when that time would come, this small mercenary group could reveal their trump cards that could potentially give some leeway on the battlefield if such people used themselves correctly, and if enough people of Suna had been cut down as well by that time.