Retaliation: The Water Bridge

[Django]

Retaliation, the Water Bridge
Rank: S.
Ninja Needed: 2 - 4.
Mission Info: The time has come for the Daimyo and his samurai dogs to reap the rewards of their failed assassination attempt. However, we must first separate them from their outer reinforcements and obtain a stronger foothold in the northern reaches of Mizu no Kuni. Your mission is to take control of the Water Bridge (the only physical connection from Mizu no Kuni to the neighboring island where the capital is), by killing Bridge Master Iaysu and all other samurai in his unit.
Rewards: 500 EXP, 50,000 ryo.

I'm pretty sure I've got the worst god-damn luck in the whole god-damned world.

I mean -I'll not get ahead of myself- these are the types of missions I like: get in, kill people, kill some more, then when everyone's dead try to ask a question or two. Simple and clean. I love stuff like this; that this is an S-Rank assignment is just icing on the cake.

But, out of all the people I get shacked up with... the Kage? Really? The god-damn Mizukage himself is breathing down my neck. The most powerful man in Kirigakure- soon, the most powerful man in Mizu no Kuni period, is my partner on this assignment. Talk about an incentive to perform; if I wasn't such a bad bitch I'd be concerned. Fortunately for me though, I am a bad bitch, and fortunately for me, this mission is as straightforward as they come, so as long as I don't fuck up and eviscerate a six-year old in the heat of combat or something, I should be in the clear. Who knows, maybe I'll even get a promotion out of this- that's a nice thought. Those bums who hang out outside the ramen shop all day'd finally have to find something else to guffaw at besides the 17-year old Genin.

Alright, time to focus. Time to earn it.

It's near pitch-black right now, if it wasn't for the stars and the moon, I basically wouldn't be able to see shit. Luckily, seeing shit is overrated, at least for me. I've got better tricks up my sleeve.

I can smell the Samurai from here. If the Mizukage wasn't upwind from me, I'd be able to smell him too. As good as my olfactory is, I know Aoi's is even better; I can tell the big German-Shepherd had picked up the scent at least a few minutes before I had; mostly because of how restless he's been since.

There's two of them, about 30 meters ahead, if the sound of their conversation is any indication. It's kind of a weird thing: I've never met a Samurai before, but I always assumed that they were stoic, sharply disciplined assholes. The type of guys who'd stand guard outside some doors with that stick-up-the-ass posture, eyes straight ahead, weapons cradled, never speaking or doing anything other than scanning for danger until their shift ended. These guys, on the other hand, are laughing. One of them's telling a god-damn joke about their wife. I guess even the mighty Samurai are just human beings at the end of the day, when it's pitch-black and they''re freezing their asses off, and all they've got is the dude beside them for entertainment. Still, best not to underestimate them.

I creep forward with Aoi at my back, pushing my way through the brush with a decent mix of stealth and haste. To be honest, I'm not really worried about being seen or heard. The sound of their own voices and the crackling fire beside them hides any noise I make, and the darkness and the thick foliage growing on the hill conceals my movements from their eyes.

I'm on the edge of the hill. It slopes down sharply, almost like a cliff-face, about 10 meters, before leveling-off. On the ground below, roughly 15 or so meters from where I stand, is the Samurai's forward-sentry position. Beyond the camp, I can see the reflection of the full-moon's reflection on water, and a line of torches that dot what must be our bridge. Beyond that, I can just make out more torch-light on the other side of the bridge through the heavy fog hovering above the river. More likely than not, some of those torches belonged to the Bridge Master's barracks, where the rest of the Samurai cadre were probably sleeping.

For now, I'm more concerned with the sentries. There's a mass of mossy-trees and bushes somewhat blocking line-of-sight between me and the camp, but the glint of fire-light on armor allows me to spot the Samurai. There's three of them; two huddled directly around the fire, hands on swords, and one standing with his back to me and the other two, one hand on the hilt of his scabbard, the other dangling at his side, a horn held loosely in his fingers. Obviously, it's his job job to warn the garrison if shit hits the fan.

It's a tricky god-damned set-up. The mouth to the bridge is only a few meters behind the sentry camp. The chances of us sneaking around them and onto the bridge are pretty much impossible. On the other hand, if we decide to just cut through those dudes, we'll have to take out the guy with the horn before he blows our cover.

On the other, other hand. Fuck it, right? I mean, we're gonna kill everything anyway, does it really matter?

I guess I'll let the Mizukage decide. It's his show after-all.

I foraged ahead of him to scout out the area, since, you know, that's the kind of shit my family's good at, but I know the Mizukage's not far behind me. So for now I'll just wait. Assuming he's managed to follow the markers I'd left behind for him, he'd probably be showing up any minute now.

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Chakra: 1xMassive
Equipment: All equipment listed in bio is in play.

[Nujabes]

She's an interesting one, that's for sure. It's really all I could think of to describe the girl I'd paired myself with. There's nothing too impressive about her, spare for the fact she's an Inuzuka, and somewhat attractive. But, something seems a bit off -- the way she moves, the way her eyes scan an area repeatedly, almost like a twitch. It was as if something was going on in that head of hers; something that wasn't translating into words, or action. Something she was hiding, for one reason or another. But, out there, by that Bridge -- it really wasn't the time, or place, to be analyzing someone's psychological profile.

I wasn't far behind her at all, and by the time she'd started waiting, I could already see her silhouette against the various shadows and shapes of the trees and bushes. Looming over her shoulder, I scratched my head.

"Looks like this'll turn into a real fuckin' mess," I sighed with discontent. "Quite a few of 'em between us and that bridge, and I can only suspect there are more near the Bridge Master." Unzipping the upper region of my jacket to add a little bit more slack, I reached over my left shoulder and gave Sameada's hilt a flick with my finger. "You up?" I asked teasingly, knowing the beast was always aware - it never needed rest, which I found quite surprising.

GigigigigGigiGIGIGIGgiGi~ GiiiiiigiGIGIiiiGIgigi~ GigigigigIGigigiGIgigi~

I smirked at it's response, no doubt picking up on the plethora of Samurais' chakra. The same had that flicked Samehada reached forward, firmly gripping the girl's shoulder and turning her (presuming she was still looking down at the camp) to face me. Even with a single eye, I bored into her own, my expression blank of any tolerant demeanor she might try to find. "Under no circumstance are you to kill a civilian - man, woman or child. We're here to eliminate the samurai, that's it." Releasing her, I stepped forward. "If you have any objection to this rule, turn around and head back to the village. Because if you step foot on that field with me, and so much as a single innocent falls at your hands, I will kill you without thinking twice."

Samehada, as if understanding my words, writhed impatiently. She possessed far more enticing chakra than those pitiful samurai down there. "Do you understand?"

[Django]

He's a damn monster. I mean, I'm short- I've always been short -I'm used to looking up when I address people, and I've seen him from a distance before. But god damn it he is so tall. I have to crane my neck aaallllll the way up just to see this big fucker. And what's odd is that it's not like he's a giant ogre or something. He's got normal person proportions, but just... bigger. I'd feel some sense of enthrallment, but I don't really have the emotional capacity to feel more than one thing at a time, and right now my brain's kind of occupied with unbridled terror. It's kind of a good thing in a way that I've got a flat affect- what I'm saying is, what I'm feeling and what my face says I'm feeling don't ever really match unless I make like, a conscious effort or I'm mad or something- because if I had a normal affect I'd look scared as hell right now.

My hand flickers to the hilt of my axe as a bear-paw suddenly envelops my whole damn shoulder. It's a useless gesture; axe or no axe the guy could probably snap my neck with a gesture, but it's a reflex, you know.

"I... I won't, Mizukage-Sama." I say, backing away from him as respectfully as I can. I'm not even sure what I'm saying "I won't" to, but the giant's got me all worked up and shit now. And what's weird is that I was actually doing a good job of controlling myself until the bastard told me... to control myself. Now I can feel an itching behind my eyes, what I'm saying is, it's kind of like how you run out of chapstick sometimes, but you don't know you're out so your lips don't bother you or anything, but then once you notice that you're out of chapstick your lips go crazy. That's kind of how I'm feeling right now. I was fine until that bastard started trying to intimidate me and stuff, but now all I can really think of is killing those three guys down there. Like, that they're still alive is making me goddamn depressed.

"I'll... follow your lead... sir." I manage to say, reaching behind me to detach my battle-axe from the clip on my back. People always get a kick out of my battle-axe, mostly because it's almost as long as I am tall from tip-to-tip, yet I swing the bastard around with one hand like it's a golf-club or something. I heft the axe in my right hand and glance over at Aoi, who's cowering like a bitch at my feet. I can understand why- the Mizukage's sword is freaking him out -but now isn't really the time to be all bitch-made and stuff, you know.

I make an animal noise that kind of sounds like a hiss and a tch, just loud enough to shake him out of his stupor, then look up at
the Mizukage expectantly. I'm glad I've got a blunt-affect and have a mostly neutral look all the time. It helps in times like these, let me tell you. The big bastard's intimidating like hell, but at least I don't have to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that.

"I can take the two guards at the fire while you handle the signal-man. Or... I can handle the signal-man?"

[Nujabes]

Lulling my neck from side to side, and rolling my shoulders, several pops reverberated from beneath the flesh. I could still feel Samehada writhing against my back, anxious for chakra and flesh; the signal-man wouldn't quench its thirst or sate its hunger.

"I'll handle the two by the fire," I replied smoothly. I didn't doubt the Genin's skills, but as I've said, my sword was hungry. The last thing that I wanted to do was piss it off -- who knows when it might decide it simply didn't feel like fighting, if it didn't get its daily dosage of chakra.

Palming its handle, I glanced at the girl. "We'll rendezvous just to the west of the bridge's mouth. I imagine the bridge master is at the head -- there'll be a lot of samurai between us and him." With my free hand, I hooked my thumb along one of the bandages, clearly contemplating whether I should unveil my Sharingan so early in the fight. Deciding not to, my arm fell back to its side.

With that, I took off toward the two men that were soon to be my victims. Samehada's joy was almost annoying, it was worming along my spine so feverishly. But, I could understand its excitement; it'd been quite some time (since the assault on the Nibi) since it had eaten. I didn't like to think I was starving the beast, but I just wasn't the same person I used to be. My thirst for battle had all but vanished, and with it, Samehada's gaurantee of a filling meal.

But, I intended to make it up to him tonight.

[Django]

Well then, time to get to work I guess.

I gesture for Aoi to follow, and together we stalk off into the brush. God, that big bastard's got me fucked up- I was perfectly fine until he flashed on me, now it's taking all the willpower in the world to not hop down this  slope and tear those two dudes a new one. I can feel my heart pounding, so loud, so loud in my chest, in my ears; it's like a war-drum. I don't dare go into Shikyaku, not now; I would lose myself. So the Ju Kenshi'll have to work until I run into someone too tough to cut down. Still though, even just walking like this, I'm on the edge...

This is probably the best angle of attack I'm gonna get, so I'll pause here. From where I'm crouching, the two Samurai at the fire are to my left, about, I wanna say twelve meters or so, and the lone ranger with the horn's a bit to my right, right on the edge of the river. I figure if I can take him out fast enough, that'll give the Mizukage all the time he needs to finish off the other two. You know, I probably should have told him my plan before we split; hopefully he's thinking along the same lines as me; the horn guy needs to go first.

"Aoi," I whisper, slowly detaching my axe from its leather-strap on my back. "Siren-pattern." It's a code-word for a specific type of action that I've trained Aoi to respond too; kind of like “sit”, except “sit” isn't usually short-hand for “flank from the left while I've got his attention and rip this bitch's goddamn throat out”.

Without pause, the big German-Shepard moves into action. I wait and watch from the cover of the foliage while he unabashedly trots into the open and.. well, does what dogs do: acts like he owns the fucking place of course.

To the samurai's credit, he notices Aoi almost as soon as he leaves the brush. He turns to address the dog with an almost aloof casualness, but I can tell when a warrior's spooked. The tightened grip on his sword, the stiffness of his stance; he's probably surprised that he didn't notice Aoi's presence until he was damn near right on top of him. It's hard to hide surprise, even with a big damn samurai mask on.

“Looks like you've found a new pet Fuu.” One of the samurai by the fire says, noticing the debacle. “Fuu” isn't saying a word though; I wonder if he's afraid of dogs.

Aoi's hamming it up. He's not barking or growling, or baring his teeth. As he saunters over to Mr. Fuu, he looks like any old stray- I don't make him wear a collar or anything -and he's even faking a limp! What a ham.

“Where'd you come from, big fella?” Fuu guy finally says, edging towards Aoi. The two guys by the fire are watching with interest now. Aoi stops and stares at the Samurai; he's got this goofy inquisitive look, with his head cocked to the side and his tongue sticking out. What a ham.

Fuu edges just a little closer, just enough, and holds out his hand. I guess he's not completely careless since his other hand is still on the hilt of his katana, but it doesn't really matter now. Silently, without a growl or a bark or anything, Aoi simply. jumps. The moment the Samurai extended his hand; that was the trigger, and I guess he figured that he could draw his sword faster than the Shepherd could pounce if thins got nasty, but you can't do that with a ninja dog. They're fast as us, you know. Someone should have told that guy that.

The downed Samurai lets out a shout as he goes down hard on his back. One hand's trying to pull his sword out of its scabbard, the others trying to keep Aoi from getting under the vulnerable space between his helmet and chest and rip his throat out. The other two Samurai are jumping to their feet, swords drawing. Now's my chance.

The pounding in my chest, in my head, is getting louder. God, it's almost overpowering. I feel dizzy as I pop out of my hiding place in the brush and dash toward my prey, my battle-axe hangs loosely in my hand.

The guy is screaming now. I wonder if he knows he's gonna die. Probably not- I don't think he sees me yet. He probably sees just 85 pound dog sitting on his chest, tearing at the flimsy leather around his neck, and he thinks he still has a chance. He'll probably be a gusher. The screamers always are; that's why they're screaming,
I'm in striking range, and with an almost hive-mind like awareness, Aoi rolls to the side- landing on his back and righting himself in the blink an eye -just as I bring the massive axe up above my head ad slam it down in a two-handed grip, right onto the guy's ugly fucking helmet. That's game over for Mr. Fuu Even if my blade hadn't gotten through the armor, the force of my blow's cracked his skull sure as sure.

I feel some kind of jolt as I take the bastard's life. I can't explain it, but my body goes numb for a fraction of a second, my legs quiver from the intensity- I have to lean my weight on the haft of the axe for support. It's... orgasmic, really. I get like this every time, when I get that first kill. It'd be embarrassing if it didn't feel so good.

But it only lasts a moment, barely even that. With a jerk, I wrench the axe out of the indentation it made in the guy's head, and hold it in a ready stance, sweeping to the right to defend myself from the other two Samurai if need be. Are those two fucks even still alive?

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[Nujabes]

Even when you have the element of surprise, you can't be too careful. I've never been a good ninja-- the whole hiding thing and sneaking around just isn't my style, and is pretty hard when you're as tall and big as I am --so I tend to stay still for the most part, until I'm sure that I'm going to get a kill. With that said, I make heavy use of distractions and baits; it's easier to kill a bastard if they're focused on something else, even if they aren't focused on you to begin with (like I said earlier). So, I just waited. I was close enough to make my move, but far enough that I was just a shadow in the darkness.

When I saw the girl's dog go forward, I was admittedly interested. Though I hailed from Konohagakure, and she was not the only Inuzuka within Mizu no Kuni's borders, I'd never really spent too much time with them. So, it was interesting to finally see their skills get put to the test out on the field. Just a little more, I thought as the dog neared the friendly samurai. He extended his hand, and I knew at that moment that it was all over.

The dog leaps, the man yelps, and my targets stir. That's when their lives came to an end.

With a single hand wrapped around Samehada's hilt, I lunged into the air with a speed truly unnatural for a man my size. I'm above the man furthest to the right before he even fully manages to stand, with Samehada lifted from my back and over my head. I'm not sure what he noticed to make him look up-- though I'm sure it was the sound of rustling branches and wind --but his eyes met my own, just as I gripped the bottom of Samehada's hilt with my other hand for the double-handed grip, which was, admittedly, entirely unnecessary. Several waves of scales protruded from beneath the layers of bandages, and like a guillotine, I brought the monstrous weapon down on him.

The sheer impact was enough to kill him, flattening his skull with such force blood exploded from every orifice. The scales simply shredded what was left of his helmet and face as my stroke finished, cratering him into the earth. The second samurai, to my left, stared with a horrified expression on his face. Reaching for his sword, he was mid-way with unsheathing it by the time I'd crossed the necessary distance. Sweeping Samehada out, from right to left, so that a foot of its length crossed the man's abdomens. The sound of twisting steel range out, briefly, before the tearing of flesh as the samurai was nearly carved clean in two.

Blood and gore splattered across the ground, with the majority of it sinking into the bandages covering the blade. Tattered meat hung within the wedges of the scales, dropping with disgusting sloshes. In the glow of the campfire, the living blade looked more terrifying than I imagined possible. Writhing with utter glee, I could barely keep my grip on the hilt. But, the tremors died soon after, and only a eerie silence remained in the wake of our attack. A soft, sing-soft whistle left my lips, telling the girl to come. Once she was close, I looked to her.

"Good job." It was a fleeting compliment. "Now, flank left and I'll flank right. We meet at the bridge mouth in ten minutes, and storm our way to the Bridge Master."

[Django]

Despite myself I just laugh at the Mizukage's spartan compliment. What a hard-ass; he's almost as bad as Gin-Sensei. Worse actually, I suppose- Gin-Sama can't rip me in half with a gesture.

Regardless, that kill's got my blood up and I'm feeling a bit brazen, so I just chuckle and move on. Flank and rendezvous at the bridge. Okay.

With an appeasing nod and a slightly more patronizing bow than intended, I melt away into the fog and begin my hunt, Aoi at my side.

“Well pup, you ready to punk some bitches out?” I say once we're on our own. The big german-shepard doesn't reply, obviously, but his tail’s wagging and I can sense his excitement. I can't really explain how I know, but I just do, you know? It's an Inuzuka thing.

I form handseals.

- - - - - - - - - -

“I don't understand we shouldn't just go tell the bridgemaster right now.” Honzo muttered. His facial expression and the more subtle quirks of his body-language were hidden by his armor, but Fuun could tell by the quiver in his voice that the apprentice was nervous. With that being the case, he suppressed his irritation and tried to keep a patient tone. He was partially successful.

“Do you want to be the one to wake the Bridgemaster up and tell him that we may have heard some scary noises?” He replied. “We are Samurai. We investigate first- if there's a threat, then we alert the Bridgemaster.”

The duo stalked cautiously through the dense fog, swords already drawn. They had been on the last leg of their watch before shift ended, on their way back to the bridge, when they'd heard what had sounded like a scream. Or at least, what sounded like one. Honzo had immediately advocated returning to the garrison, but Fuun knew the Bridgemaster- he'd served under him for over half a decade after all. They'd need more than speculation to report if they were to avoid the Bridgemaster breaking an armored foot off in their asses. Despite the initiate's protests, he had no choice to ultimately follow Fuun's veteran lead. As a pair, they advanced in the direction of where they somewhat sure that the noise had come from. It wasn't a promising situation; visibility was shit, and Honzo's nerves were already on edge. Fuun wasn't sure he could count on him to keep his composure if a combat situation suddenly appeared. This was only his third night on watch since officially becoming a Samurai.

“I understand, Sensei. I just don't think we'll be able to report much of anything if we're both dead.” Fuun rolled his eyes, but didn't grace such cowardliness with a reply. Honzo was arguably the most yellow-bellied Samurai he'd ever met. He was insufferable sometimes.

In the blurred mist ahead, something glinted. Fuun froze instantly in his tracks.; Honzo did likewise.

“D-did you see th-”

“Shhhhh!” Fuun narrowed his eyes, willing them to pierce through the gray veil. His sword hung at the ready by his side. It didn't have to wait long. Ahead, roughly 20 meters or so, a girl suddenly came into view. She was tiny, and if not for the massive battle-axe and the expensive body-armor clinging to her shapely form, she would have been hardly a threatening sight. But as it stood, Fuun couldn't help but feel instantly weary toward that oversized weapon. It was nearly as long from head to handle as the girl was tall. Despite it's size, the woman seemed to wield it with contemptible ease. She sashayed toward them, dragging the axe along the ground behind her as if it were a toy or a blanket. A haughty smile decorated her pretty face. A tiara with the symbol of the Hidden Water Village, Mizugakure, displayed prominently on its face, poked out from the shock of snow-white hair framing her face.

Fuun immediately entered a battle-stance- his sword came up until the tip was near parallel to his right shoulder. His legs parted to allow maximum leverage and maneuverability. At his side, Honzo mirrored his movements, though more sloppily and with less confidence. Fuun could practically feel the younger man's fear emanating from his body. It was nearly palpable. It occurred to him that if the girl turned out to be as skilled with that axe as she looked, his apprentice would probably end being more of a liability than an asset with his current skill-level.

“Hanzo.” Fuun said, his eyes never leaving the approaching woman.

“S-sensei?”

“I'll handle her, but she might not be alone. Head back to the garrison and alert the bridgemaster. Tell him that I personally instructed you to.”

“Sensei! I can-”

“Go!” He barked. Now was not the time for the novice to suddenly grow a backbone. Reluctantly, more reluctantly than he had any right to be considering his excessive bitching only moments prior, Hanzo turned and, without another word, began to flee. Almost as if on cue, the woman picked up her pace. Her casual stride turned into a trotting gait, and within moments it was a full-on sprint. She covered the remaining ten or so meters in what seemed like the blink of an eye, but it wasn't anything that Fuun hadn't seen before. He'd seen the Bridgemaster move at such speeds before, in his sparring sessions with the other veterans. Fuun was able to react to such speeds.

As soon as the girl was in range, she brought the massive battle-axe up and over her head in a crushing downward strike, both hands gripping the shaft (huehue) to provide maximum strength behind the blow. Fuun moved to deflect almost as quickly, bringing his sword up to stop the blow from landing. As big as the axe was, he reasoned, the girl holding it was small, nearly two-feet shorter than he was. Blocking it shouldn't be a problem, and once the blow was stopped, he'd take advantage of her open guard to ram a shoulder-pauldron into her damn face.

Like clockwork, his sword rose to meet the axe. They met. And then, to his surprise, the axe-head, and the woman holding it, exploded in a puff of harmless smoke.

"A bunshin...?!" Fuun staggered back, coughing from the point-blank cloud. It took several seconds for him to regain his composure- by then, everything around him was silent and still. Somewhere in the distance, Hanzo let out an blood-curdling scream.

"Hanzo!" The Samurai yelled, sprinting as fast as he could to the source of the sound. He found him seconds later, almost at the foot of the bridge. He was... all over the place.

Fuun had never seen such carnage in all of the six years that he had been a Samurai. Amputated limbs, decapitations, sure. But poor Hanzo had been shredded. Pieces of his body were scattered all across the area across nearly 30 feet. Standing in the center of the viscera, was the girl. She turned to him, and Fuun noticed that something was different about her features. She looked animalistic. Her nails were visibly longer and longer than normal, almost like claws. The light-purple of her eyes was replaced with a feral yellow, and the pupils were little more than slits. She regarded him calmly, almost quizzically, but he could sense the savage violence roiling right under the surface of her being, as if she was restraining herself.

"You bitch!" Fuun screamed, raising his katana above his head and charging forward.

- - - - - -

Poor guy. He really wants to avenge his friend or whatever I guess. He won't make it five feet though. I've been trailing him since the bunshin, using the fog to stay out of his vision, but I think he's been trolled enough.

As he raises his sword, I let out a roar of my own, rolling up on him with my battle-axe. It's actually kind of funny, how his scream cuts off so suddenly. One second he's screaming his head off, like he's about to lead the damn cavalry charge, a flash later he shuts up and turns and just looks at me; his eyes are all big and bulging and shit. He doesn't even move, but I guess even he knows he's screwed, since I'm right on top of him and my axe is already swinging through the air.

There's a thock, and the bastard's head goes flying, landing a few feet away and rolling along the ground a couple more. It's kind of amusing to see, but once it stops rolling I lose interest fast.

Aoi's made a god-damn mess- there's samurai everywhere. He must have used Tsuuga I guess, that's the only thing I can think of. I probably should have told him when setting him loose on the runner that his job was only to slow the guy down, not outright fucking annihilate him, but whatever.

That's two down, and I can't smell or hear anymore around me, so I guess that's it for now. Makes sense in a way, the Samurai probably keep most of their strength on the bridge and in the garrison itself- not out here. Once we get to the other side of the river, where all the real badasses who've earned the right to actually sleep during the night instead of patrol are. That's where the challenge'll be. Anyway, on to the bridge. Hopefully the Mizukage's already there, or at least on his way.

"You look like a hot mess, boy." I say to my mirror-image; Aoi under the affects of the beast-man clone. He looks exactly like me, except... covered in gore. I look awesome covered in gore, let me tell you.

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Beast-Man Clone (Low)
Bunshin no Jutsu (Low)

[NARRATOR]

Correct. The majority of the samurai platoon's forces are, in fact, on the bridge. However, they (samurai) are moreso known for their sheer numbers than overall raw skill. Like shinobi, their elite are rather small in number; they are scattered here and there, usually sent to oversee large projects and or other crucial missions.

It is because of this that, despite the girl's skillful dispatching of the samurai she'd crossed, an patrolling unit of three samurai are coming her way (10m). Even at this distance, the soft glow from the strategically positioned lanterns and such (enough for optimal lighting along the bridge) gives off the impression of two figures which the trio notices.

"Halt!" a deep, booming voice calls out. They step up their pace, lowering the distance (3m). "State your business here, stranger!"

OOC: King will not be posting for several turns. Just you and the samurai, dear.

[Exar Kun]

Gonna try to post on this tomorrow. Sorry for the wait.