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Initiate Berserk Mode
Chikara had wanted both Genin to crumble to the ground, she wanted both to succumb to the effects of her poison, and she wanted both to cease to exist within the world. And that desire seemed to be coming together nicely, for the female, with her body ridden with numerous scratches, had fallen upon the ground without a single sign of getting back up. Of course the female had to question what the hell her opponent was, for it was rare that one faced an opponent of her particular skill set. Even more so when one doesn’t know how they died, for one rarely fathom the idea that poison could naturally run through the veins of anyone without having any adverse affects upon the host.
The pint-sized Genin didn’t bother to answer the foolish individual who had decided to tango with her, for her words would had fallen upon deaf ears. For even if she had answered, the female wouldn’t had lived long enough to receive her answer and thus she died without ever hearing the answer to her inquiry. So Chikara simply stared down at the female who laid within her own puke, eyes not showing a hint of remorse for what she had just done. To be frank, she was about to make sure her female opponent had actually died, an act stopped by the male opponent that she had forgotten. She had thought the needles would had finished him off, or at least leave him unable to move until she took care of her partner, but that had been wishful thinking.
Eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the weapons the boy had decided to throw at her. It was at that moment she considered the boy stupid, for he should had ran so that he may live another day. Yet he hadn’t, attacking her in a futile attempt to take her down, an attempt that would cost him his life. She twisted slightly, doing her best to minimize the damage she would sustain from the volley of shuriken, yet she didn’t need to do much. The boy may be moving, but with her poison coursing through his veins, his aim wasn’t as good as it would have been if he hadn’t been poisoned. Something Chikara would be using to her advantage. Disappointed that the boy hadn’t thrown Kunai at her, she having every intention of sticking something into his neck, she knew she would have to make due with a Shuriken.
As the volley of four approached, she allowed all but one to graze her skin, leaving shallow cuts but nothing that she was intent to worry about. Her other hand grasped the Shuriken that hadn’t grazed her mid flight, spinning her body before releasing it at the poor boy. Chikara didn’t care where it landed, so long as it landed, but she preferred that it lodged itself into his neck. It was okay if it didn’t, for she had no qualms when it came to stomping in the boy’s head. He deserved it, him and his teammates both deserved for their faces to be unrecognizable for the crimes they had committed towards the people of Kiri.
Either way, she would be making sure that all that had foolishly not run from the battlefield could never be identified before urgently leaving the scene with the body of Akio. The reason for the urgency would be simple enough, Akio had been caught in her bloody forest, and not knowing the toxins the puppeteer gave him, well she was quite worried about his wellbeing. So, after confirming the kills, she would rush the boy to the hospital. A tad bit upset that she wouldn’t be able to hunt down the puppeteer, but not enough to risk the life of her teammate.
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