Western Zone Ruffians <M>

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Ruffians!
Rank: C
Ninja needed: 1-3
Mission info: A group of miscreants and deviants have settled into the outskirts of the Western Zone of the village. Eight in number, the gang has left behind a string of robberies and murders in the small towns that have begun to spring up across the country. They are far from shinobi - they are, in fact, hardly as skilled as an academy beginner. Deal with them.
Specal Info: --

Opening Theme

A light misty fog was settled over the area, and Fe could feel the crystal like droplets pepper her abnormally warm skin. Visibility was not completely stricken from the western zone of the village, but the mist made it possible to see vague outlines of the buildings and alleyways that surrounded the Kunoichi. These were the perfect circumstances she had waited for, hoping for the weather to promote the violence she was here to stop. It was her mission after all.

Fe started to walk, feinting a deep limp as she stepped, and hunching her back to give herself an elderly appearance. She wore a large hooded cloak that covered her from head to toe and no doubt hid anything that would give away her true age. For this ruse to work, the people she was searching for would have to be sufficiently fooled into thinking she was harmless. That would start the second phase of her plan. If they thought she was harmless they would no doubt try their crimes on her, and she would have caught them in the act. Then she could do with them as she liked.

That of course was the ninja way of Kirigakure shinobi. If you break the law, you must suffer severe penalties. There was no room for disobedience, only cooperation, stiff rules, and death. This was one of the many things her friend Yuna had taught her, which was something she no doubt had learned through her own trials and tribulations. Fe limped her way across the small village square that was located here. During the day it was bustling and busy, crammed with villagers that were eager for the next big sale. At night, which it was now, the square was deserted. The villagers had been taught to not be caught outside in the moonlit hours. Only bad things happened in the dark.

As soon as she crossed to the other side of the square it began.
"Yeaahhhh!" A voice yelled from across the square, his voice echoing off the buildings that surrounded the area. More voices joined in unison.
"Yeaahhhhhh!" Men began to appear from the various entrance ways into the square, effectively surrounding her and leaving no obvious escape route. There were exactly eight of them.
"Hey hobbit!" One man yelled, "Hand over the ryo, or lose your old wrinkled fingers!" Fe spared a glance in that direction, seeing a guy with a sickly deviant smile spread across his wide mouth. He was decked out in an all black getup, one that would make it easier for him to blend into the shadows that he liked to strike from.

"Make it quick...." He muttered, sending two of his underlings to take care of business. Business meaning Fe. The two goons were wearing nearly identical outfits. Black boots, black pants, and white sleeveless shirts. The only differences lay in their numerous tattoos and hairstyles, one with short spiky hair and the other being bald. They approached Fe quickly, grabbing her arms roughly and dragging her towards the guy dressed in black.
"Please...." Fe weezed, faking her own helplessness and continuing her elderly facade. "No.... not like this....."

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"Run her pockets." The leader said, and his goons complied, sticking their hands into the folds of her cloak but when they pulled their hands out, they were empty. The leader made a face of feinted concern.
"Listen, I'm trying to help you out here. Just hand over the ryo, and nothing bad has to happen to you. You have my word." Fe responded in a rough, cracking voice.
"Am I supposed to take the word of a thief...?" The leader let out an obnoxious laugh. "Ya know what? You are so right." He turned to the bald henchmen. "Drop this bitch on her head, and then we search her afterwards."
"Gotcha boss."

Battle Music
Fe allowed the bald man to grab her once more by the arm, but this would be the last time she allowed this scum to touch her. He lifted her up in the air, thinking that he was gonna have an easy time. Fe had other ideas. She twisted her body quickly, shifting her center of gravity and wrenching herself free of the man's grip at the same time. She shed the cloak, and finally her real identity was revealed. She wore a thin white robe with a thicker robe on top, that was a dark violet color. A sash of the same color as the outer robe covered her waist and lower abdominal region, keeping the robes pressed firmly against her figure. A black leather belt was on top of the sash. She wore white pants, and black toeless boots.

The cloak landed on top of the henchmen's head, almost absorbing him into the many folding layers of the cloak. Before the man had a chance to rip the cloak off his head, Fe delivered a vicious snap kick to the side of his jaw. He stumbled backwards two steps and Fe charged him, driving her knee deep into his solar plexus. The man fell to his knees, holding his guts as if they were gonna fall out. Fe pushed him over with a light shove, and he lay on the floor moaning. Spiky hair was mad that his friend had been taken down and ran towards Fe screaming.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Fe simply sidestepped his charge, and kicked him on his ass as he passed by, redirecting his momentum. He stumbled, crashing into a garbage can which flipped over and emptied it's contents onto him.

He got up to fight again, anger etched into his facial features.
"Stop!" The boss ordered. "My, my." He smiled, applauding Fe's fighting prowess. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Now I don't know what the point to all this was," He said, gesturing to her cloak and his two goons she had beaten. "but I want you. Join me....no, join us. It's obvious that you have talent, and I could use someone like you.
"As respectfully as I can answer scum, I decline your proposition." Fe answered with deliberate impatience.
"Well then you will die!" He said in frustration, motioning to his goons. They all converged on Fe, some drawing weapons such as small knives they walked.

Fe backed up, not allowing anyone to flank her. She was good, but she didn't have eyes in the back of her head. Things were escalating quickly, but she still had control. Two of the seven remaining criminals stepped forward cautiously, not wanting to end up like their bald friend who was still crumpled and moaning on the floor. Fe weaved a few handseals, taking advantage of their momentary hesitation.

Chakra surged to the palms of her hands, and she aimed them at the two goons closest to her. She waited an extra two seconds and then released the built up chakra, unleashing an invisible wave of heat from her palms. The two were caught off guard. The heatwave hit them, staggering them as their skin burnt. They fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Fe could see tears welling in their eyes, and they gasped for air. All they could draw in was the hot air all around them, which scorched their throats, taking away their ability to scream. They fell to the floor whimpering in pain. The trash that had fallen on top of baldie ignited, starting small fires that the spiky haired guy tried to put out. Loyalty? Among thieves? Fe cocked her head quizzically to the side. That was unheard of, especially in kirigakure.

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Enkou Shinka (Essence of the Sacred Flames)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary.
Range: 0 - 30 meters.
Handseals: No
Chakra: -
Special: Allows the user the ability to create, control and move Katon (Fire) chakra of their own for multiple purposes. Range of flame control depends solely on the user's dominion rank.
D: 10 meter range.
C: 15 meter range.
B: 20 meter range.
A: 25 meter range.
S: 30 meter range.
Description: Katon, the birth of the flame itself. With but a mere thought, masters of the flame learn to birth their fire over large expanses. Intense training opens the door for other techniques, but they all rely on one simple core - the user's ability to birth a flame from a distance.
Domain: Katon.

Netsu-ha (Heat Wave)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive.
Range: See special!
Handseals: 5.
Chakra: High.
Special: Extends out at the same distance as 'Enkou Shika'. Those caught within the first half of the attack, starting at the user's extended arms and up to half the attack's potential range, will receive severe burns, teary-eyed vision, trouble breathing, and are knocked back a few feet. Those caught within the other half of the blast will receive substantial burns, teary-eyed vision, and trouble breathing.
Description: After forming the hand seals, the user will extend both arms forward with their palms facing outwards- charging those appendages with heat within a few mere seconds. With their target aimed, the user will then release a howling gust of extremely heated air from both their arms, shooting it forwards with such power it issues a low concussion into the air. The wave of heat sweeps over the area the user had pointed their arms towards, lighting all flammable objects (like paper) and reddening the skin of all those caught in its path with burns.
Domain: Katon. Enkou Shinka 'B'.

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The men all paused. The heat wave that Fe had sent there way was not entirely visible, but the effects of it were. They all hesitated for a long second, realizing for the first time that Fe was no where near as helpless as she had once looked.
"Ninja." One of the thugs hissed under his breath. Another man spat on the floor in mock disgust.
"Haven't you miserable mist ninja done enough damage to this village." The boss said, his low tone wavering with his contained anger.

"You'd all be like scattered clans of rats, scavenging off others and stabbing all who came close to you in the back without the ninja of Kirigakure. Be careful of what you say, scum." Fe spoke in an even tone, as if she were informing him of cold facts from a textbook. Provoked by Fe's words, the men attacked simultaneously. Anger gave men uncanny power, and although it was a great strength, it was also a gaping hole of a weakness. Anger made their raging attacks sloppy, easy to dodge, and even easier to counter. She had learned this very lesson recently.

The first of the goons reached Fe, sized her up and tried to slice her across the chest with the small curl bladed dagger in his right hand. Fe ducked and sidestepped under his outstretched arm. Planting her feet firmly she launched two punches to his gut, the speed and power of each shot driving deeply into his open midsection. Saliva shot from his mouth and before he could even utter a moan his eyes rolled up into his head as he passed out, his face still locked in an eternal grimace of pain. Fe took the small dagger from his hand as he fell and then turned to face the next closest attacker.

He was still a five or six paces away but yet he charged in full speed with no real means of truly defending himself against Fe's much greater skill. She was a lioness among puppies, and his time had come. She threw the dagger hilt first, connecting flush with his right foot at the apex of the man's stride. He stumbled in Fe's direction. She drove off her planted feet, two powerful strides that sped Fe towards the thug. She grabbed his head firmly with her hands and swung her knee up into his face. There was loud crack as the two connected. Fe sprung back lightly off the contact, allowing the man to fall in a heap to the floor. Blood poured from his now misshapen nose. He was not dead but he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon either.

The attack fizzled out quickly and the remaining guys looked towards their boss.
"A lot of talent, a lot of talent." The boss commented, stalling as he thought up an exit strategy. Fe saw right through this obvious tactic and she moved herself in between him and his nearest exit. The goons gave her a wide berth, noticing both the power and speed of her counter-attacks. The boss conceded a few steps as he moved back in an attempt to keep the same amount of space between himself and Fe before she started moving to cut him off. Fe was not entirely sure what to do next, but as she was drawing a blank, a bright light of an idea struck her.
"Don't tell me the scum is afraid of a teenage girl?" Fe spoke with the sweetest voice she could muster, adding a very girly laugh at the end. She was hoping to goad them into another ill-fated attack. Beat them physically, beat them mentally....