The restaurant had been under a hostage threat for awhile now. The same damn idiots from the diner, it seemed like, if Uzumoreru hadn't slaughtered them like flies. It was a different pair, both women, masked with some strange face paint that reminded Kita of war paint. They were equipped with a long sword and the other with needles. The assassin, of course, watched from the other side of the street as they paced two and fro with their weapons stupidly. They were clumsy, and by no means impressive.
Kita stood from her position sitting at an outside table at a nearby café, pouring her coffee onto the ground as she stalked around the building in a wide arch, to stay out of sight from the windows as she made her way to the back of the restaurant being held.
There was a single kid back there, who clearly didn't actually expect any company. Kita stooping quickly to pick up a larger stone, throwing it with impressive force to his forehead, knocking him cold to the ground as she warped through the door, ending up in the back kitchen. She could see the morons in the main room, parading around, demanding the Kazekage.
Kitanai, armed with her chain weapon, threw it in the air, whipping it around and shooting it through the long window-like hole where the chef places the order for the waitresses in the front. The blade at the end of the chain hissing through the air as it pierced it's way into the nape of the neck of the girl with the needles. She had been more of a threat, as she had projectiles.
Kitanai would warp again, moving out of sight from the woman with the sword who turned violently. "Who the fuck is there?!" She screamed wildly, eyes wildly looking down at the young woman on the floor, her friend, who had his the ground in instant death. This brief moment being taken for granted by Kita, who warped into the main room, and whipped the chain again across the remaining girl's throat, another instant assassination.
"Go on," She murmured to the cowering civilians, "Get out of here." Her eyes flashed as she slunk down, the people cowering and running from the building as she rolled the two women over, looking at their faces solemnly for a moment before she gave a sad smile, closing their eyes as she stood, pressing a finger against her headset.
"Mission Completed. I'm going to need a clean up crew. It's a mess in here."
[MFT]
WC: 438
Kita stood from her position sitting at an outside table at a nearby café, pouring her coffee onto the ground as she stalked around the building in a wide arch, to stay out of sight from the windows as she made her way to the back of the restaurant being held.
There was a single kid back there, who clearly didn't actually expect any company. Kita stooping quickly to pick up a larger stone, throwing it with impressive force to his forehead, knocking him cold to the ground as she warped through the door, ending up in the back kitchen. She could see the morons in the main room, parading around, demanding the Kazekage.
Kitanai, armed with her chain weapon, threw it in the air, whipping it around and shooting it through the long window-like hole where the chef places the order for the waitresses in the front. The blade at the end of the chain hissing through the air as it pierced it's way into the nape of the neck of the girl with the needles. She had been more of a threat, as she had projectiles.
Kitanai would warp again, moving out of sight from the woman with the sword who turned violently. "Who the fuck is there?!" She screamed wildly, eyes wildly looking down at the young woman on the floor, her friend, who had his the ground in instant death. This brief moment being taken for granted by Kita, who warped into the main room, and whipped the chain again across the remaining girl's throat, another instant assassination.
"Go on," She murmured to the cowering civilians, "Get out of here." Her eyes flashed as she slunk down, the people cowering and running from the building as she rolled the two women over, looking at their faces solemnly for a moment before she gave a sad smile, closing their eyes as she stood, pressing a finger against her headset.
"Mission Completed. I'm going to need a clean up crew. It's a mess in here."
[MFT]
WC: 438