Post by Estilo on Apr 3, 2013 12:18:46 GMT -8
NPC Sozin Hallstrom
Yukiko's course of action wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it most definitely helped our cause regardless. Connected to their shadows, I held them all still while she fired her powerful stream of pressurized water, a torrent so strong that it even managed to completely demolish a few of the shacks that stood in its path. Granted, these shacks were poorly constructed and built with a flimsy collection of materials, but the destruction caused by my student's display of suiton was nonetheless impressive. And, in addition, proved to be quite the useful maneuver.
She didn't quite strike down all of them, but the ones that she did manage to assault were hard-pressed to find themselves recovering so easily. This technique, based on the display I had just been given, was clearly prized as one capable of slicing past most of its targets-- whether that be something inanimate like a flimsy shack, or even, perhaps, a human. But the distance between her and our assailants, and the fact that she didn't exactly strive to actually kill them, lessened its impact on several of the affected individuals.
I could say for sure that at least eight of them, under the direct assault of her pressurized stream of water, were knocked backwards and, subsequently, knocked unconscious. Eleven of them were simply knocked down-- violently, of course, but capable of getting back up on both feet soon enough. And the other five, who had managed to avoid her suiton assault through either dumb luck or behind suitable cover? They were still standing, weapons in hand, and freed from my tendrils of dark shadow moments after my student ended her ninjutsu. And they were bloodthirsty.
They scattered the moment they had control of their own bodies once more, the five men and women still standing taking cover, as their fallen comrades (those still conscious, at the very least) struggled to get up from the now watery ground. Those with crossbows (at least three of them) provided suppressing arrow fire as they waited for the rest of their fallen comrades to get up. The other two seemed to completely disappear, taking cover behind the shacks and mountains of trash, and seemingly attempting to sneak up on us with close-combat weapons.
I jumped down from the tree, approached the small shack closest to this town's border, and took cover from the arrows, behind its southern wall. "Careful, Miss Fuyumori!" I exclaimed over the hollering and shouting of our enemies. Simultaneously, I withdrew several shuriken from the pouch strapped against my lower back. This was the final push; the last stretch.