The desolation of the Kazekage Tower was a sign of their impending defeat. She had a sense of hope when she tried to climb the length of Baynx with a child in tow. Then the resounding crash, the piles of earth that rained down and threatened to bury them all when by providence or happenstance that she was pushed out of the way. Uri, the unknown man with an uncanny mastery of the earth has offered her an out, she wished she had accepted his gracious offer with greater haste. He too was pushed out of the way, she saw him but only briefly. By the time she had regained her bearings he was gone. Concern her her own life was not what drove her ambition still, it was the this yearning she had for her only link to humanity, a connection she refused to sever.
The Communications Center, sometimes dubbed the Hive by Sou was nothing more than a pile of wreckage. It was from here that the Cabal had to of made their announcement. This was the relay center for the village communication, something she knew almost nothing about but she had watched the steward many times over the years perform maintenance. This would be more than maintenance, but she had to try. A tangle of live wires in hand, she lacked the sight to understand what went to what. A hailstorm of sparks and a jolt of electrical current launched the woman from her seat several feet across the room. Her fingers were numb, the shock her burned her fingers so the tips had become black. She opened and closed her hand twice, they were all there and they all still worked, somewhat. She repeated her trial and error effort and again the same resultant propellant explosive force sent her sailing across the room, her hair standing on end.
She was easily able to identify an observer in the shadows. Nothing was outside her ear's purview. An arm, detached from the rest of the body sprang into action and careened across the motherboard and twisted metal littered 'open space.' A dagger already drawn, Shiori took the hit but so did the hand as yet another jolt of electrical current surged through not only her but the blade and the metallic handle to the dismembered limb. Tendrils erupted from the shadows, one wrapped around her leg and slammed Shiori into the floor. A second hand came at her like the first, slashing wildly at her. Shiori drew up her arms and the knife dug into her forearms leaving a series of deep defensive wounds. Shiori hissed in pain as her burnt and bloodied hands ran through a series of handseals to unleash a gail-force wind to push the assailant back while she tried to regroup.
She knew that someone was here as her attacker melded with the shadows. She ducked as a leg shot of of the darkness and she tried to uppercut the leg as it tried to recoil, her fist tainted with an evil aura. The other leg came around from behind and struck her in the small of her back. Shiori cried out in pain as her legs gave out from under her. "I'll make this quick," an unseen voice hissed.</COLOR>
WC: 550
The Communications Center, sometimes dubbed the Hive by Sou was nothing more than a pile of wreckage. It was from here that the Cabal had to of made their announcement. This was the relay center for the village communication, something she knew almost nothing about but she had watched the steward many times over the years perform maintenance. This would be more than maintenance, but she had to try. A tangle of live wires in hand, she lacked the sight to understand what went to what. A hailstorm of sparks and a jolt of electrical current launched the woman from her seat several feet across the room. Her fingers were numb, the shock her burned her fingers so the tips had become black. She opened and closed her hand twice, they were all there and they all still worked, somewhat. She repeated her trial and error effort and again the same resultant propellant explosive force sent her sailing across the room, her hair standing on end.
She was easily able to identify an observer in the shadows. Nothing was outside her ear's purview. An arm, detached from the rest of the body sprang into action and careened across the motherboard and twisted metal littered 'open space.' A dagger already drawn, Shiori took the hit but so did the hand as yet another jolt of electrical current surged through not only her but the blade and the metallic handle to the dismembered limb. Tendrils erupted from the shadows, one wrapped around her leg and slammed Shiori into the floor. A second hand came at her like the first, slashing wildly at her. Shiori drew up her arms and the knife dug into her forearms leaving a series of deep defensive wounds. Shiori hissed in pain as her burnt and bloodied hands ran through a series of handseals to unleash a gail-force wind to push the assailant back while she tried to regroup.
She knew that someone was here as her attacker melded with the shadows. She ducked as a leg shot of of the darkness and she tried to uppercut the leg as it tried to recoil, her fist tainted with an evil aura. The other leg came around from behind and struck her in the small of her back. Shiori cried out in pain as her legs gave out from under her. "I'll make this quick," an unseen voice hissed.</COLOR>
...That was the last thing Shiori heard.
<i></i>WC: 550
<COLOR color="red">MISSION FAILURE.