Night loomed over the sands of time like a thin, discreet veil, masking the darker activities of creatures that prowl, that thrive, on the darkness. A carriage, escorted by a shinobi, dragged along by camel with one merchant leading the way unsuspectingly. Perhaps the merchant was hired just to give the guise of a simple escort mission, but that was not the case, as within the carriage - a mobile tent - lay a resting Government official. A bloated man, a kind man, that had the purest of intents with his travel and the sweetest endeavor to carry. However that wasn't something that the Makeoshimi empire took kindly to, they perceived his kindness and diplomacy as a threat that could corrupt the cords of despair and revenge, that rivaled villages, which would ultimately postpone, or stop, an awaited war altogether.
The wooden body carried by the camel ached and creaked along, trotting through the sands with a heavy step. An obvious trail was left due to the track, and because the 3rd was aware of the precious cargo, she needn't have bothered with any special tracking methods. Really, this mission was going to be relatively simple; despite the lingering thread of that manned guard, whoever he may be. It would be presumed, however, that he was of Jounin level at least.
In the distance, a collapsed figure in a red Victorian dress cuddled the sand, her flesh road block caused the carriage to come to a halt. A worried merchant leaped from his pedestal, much to the dismay of the Jounin whom was on guard and remained by the carriage's side. The merchant, a rounded man with no hair and a white beard, approached the slender frame and offered his water, his personal supplies, as she helped the semi-conscious woman into a more comfortable position. Koho, acting it up, pretending to feel so faint and dizzy pressed her hand against the stubble of the man's face before, in a flicker of moment, piercing his spleen with the blackened black, Kosodoro. "Why do people keep falling for that?" She would ask, lifting her frame tall, and pulling the blade from the rounded man with a smile on her relatively cold exterior. The man would fall over, gagging and struggling to breathe, as he was now being slowly poisoned by the Black Lotus that nestled within the body of Kosodoro.
The Jounin would call for the Sunan official to remain within the carriage. Almost without hesitation, the brunette man launched a series of hand seals followed up by a volley of sand shurikens, of which were manifested from the sand beneath their feet. The objects spun around, until launched, but they were dismissed by Koho's skilled handling of her blade; she would arrogantly smile, holding out her blade with her body pushed forward as one leg moved backwards. But what she didn't take into account was that the sand attack was only a feint. From beneath her frame, a pair of muscular fingers would rise from the grains until a fully visible pair of hands were not in sight, but as quick as lightning they latched onto the heeled feet of the princess and attempted to pull her down, into a grainy death.
Koho couldn't swipe at the hands with her sword because of the dress, it was in her way, and frankly, she really didn't want to damage the garment. So she stayed steady and allowed the Jounin to submerge her body under the pressure of the sands. However, it was not yet over, when the Jounin resurfaced he made his way over to the carriage - the whole process took about 5 minutes to complete - and pulled back the thin veil. His face read shock, disbelief and dismay as his brown hues rested upon an unsettling image of slaughter. Koho, rolling the handle of her blade against her hand, smiled at the shocked Jounin as he lay sensually beside the battered, cut and bloodied corpse of the Sunan official. "I am not great with Ninjutsu but I do know a nifty little trick that lets me merge with the ground." She would say, turning her face away from the Jounin arrogantly, planting a scarlet smear against the pasty-faced corpse.
Koho would lift herself from her seat, which was the lap of the corpse, and walked towards the Jounin; whom stood solidly. He was in a state of shock, but was that really it, all of the reasoning for him standing so decoratively? Even the man himself was confused, posing the question to himself: why could he move? Why did his muscles contract and tighten like a tight collar around his neck? A trickle of blood fell from his brow, much to his surprise, but when did she cut the man with Kosodoro, the poisoned blade. It didn't matter, in hindsight, the man's body wasn't resisting the poison and was instead becoming its, for lack of a better work, bitch.
Promptly, the 3rd would slash his blackened blade horizontally across the neck, cutting enough flesh for the head to dangle by a membrane of flesh. The body would topple over and gush out dramatically like some out of a Kill Bill scene.
Another one bites the dust...
The wooden body carried by the camel ached and creaked along, trotting through the sands with a heavy step. An obvious trail was left due to the track, and because the 3rd was aware of the precious cargo, she needn't have bothered with any special tracking methods. Really, this mission was going to be relatively simple; despite the lingering thread of that manned guard, whoever he may be. It would be presumed, however, that he was of Jounin level at least.
In the distance, a collapsed figure in a red Victorian dress cuddled the sand, her flesh road block caused the carriage to come to a halt. A worried merchant leaped from his pedestal, much to the dismay of the Jounin whom was on guard and remained by the carriage's side. The merchant, a rounded man with no hair and a white beard, approached the slender frame and offered his water, his personal supplies, as she helped the semi-conscious woman into a more comfortable position. Koho, acting it up, pretending to feel so faint and dizzy pressed her hand against the stubble of the man's face before, in a flicker of moment, piercing his spleen with the blackened black, Kosodoro. "Why do people keep falling for that?" She would ask, lifting her frame tall, and pulling the blade from the rounded man with a smile on her relatively cold exterior. The man would fall over, gagging and struggling to breathe, as he was now being slowly poisoned by the Black Lotus that nestled within the body of Kosodoro.
The Jounin would call for the Sunan official to remain within the carriage. Almost without hesitation, the brunette man launched a series of hand seals followed up by a volley of sand shurikens, of which were manifested from the sand beneath their feet. The objects spun around, until launched, but they were dismissed by Koho's skilled handling of her blade; she would arrogantly smile, holding out her blade with her body pushed forward as one leg moved backwards. But what she didn't take into account was that the sand attack was only a feint. From beneath her frame, a pair of muscular fingers would rise from the grains until a fully visible pair of hands were not in sight, but as quick as lightning they latched onto the heeled feet of the princess and attempted to pull her down, into a grainy death.
Koho couldn't swipe at the hands with her sword because of the dress, it was in her way, and frankly, she really didn't want to damage the garment. So she stayed steady and allowed the Jounin to submerge her body under the pressure of the sands. However, it was not yet over, when the Jounin resurfaced he made his way over to the carriage - the whole process took about 5 minutes to complete - and pulled back the thin veil. His face read shock, disbelief and dismay as his brown hues rested upon an unsettling image of slaughter. Koho, rolling the handle of her blade against her hand, smiled at the shocked Jounin as he lay sensually beside the battered, cut and bloodied corpse of the Sunan official. "I am not great with Ninjutsu but I do know a nifty little trick that lets me merge with the ground." She would say, turning her face away from the Jounin arrogantly, planting a scarlet smear against the pasty-faced corpse.
Koho would lift herself from her seat, which was the lap of the corpse, and walked towards the Jounin; whom stood solidly. He was in a state of shock, but was that really it, all of the reasoning for him standing so decoratively? Even the man himself was confused, posing the question to himself: why could he move? Why did his muscles contract and tighten like a tight collar around his neck? A trickle of blood fell from his brow, much to his surprise, but when did she cut the man with Kosodoro, the poisoned blade. It didn't matter, in hindsight, the man's body wasn't resisting the poison and was instead becoming its, for lack of a better work, bitch.
Promptly, the 3rd would slash his blackened blade horizontally across the neck, cutting enough flesh for the head to dangle by a membrane of flesh. The body would topple over and gush out dramatically like some out of a Kill Bill scene.
Another one bites the dust...