Tenken takes several deep breaths as time resumes to normal around her, sweat dripping from every point it finds to do so on her body. He pink hair, normally a cloud of bubblegum-tinted cotton candy around her head, was pasted to her skull as the effort of this fight got to her. She could tell she was running on empty.
The praise coming from this other was marred by his smug ego, but she wasn’t done. His clone vanishes in a puff as he releases it, likewise while she drops the cursed seal draining her own chakra. Both of them were running the tank to nothing, it seemed, tapping into the deepest reserves to try to stave off the empty reservoir and the pain that would bring.
She watches as he shifts his stance, and lashes out with her fist, missing the first hit but the followup seemed to land heavy, blood flowing around where the weapon impacted his form. She dodges around him as her hands move once more, this time one impacting into his head and sending a cloud of blood through the air as she scores another solid blow. From the side, her own clone would rush in and add its own blow.
And then Za would seem to merge into the ground, his legs burying into the earth. Tenken assumed that had some sort of strategic value but she had no idea what it could be. Instead she lashes out and lands another blow on his form as her panther streaks lightning out into him also.
She proceeds to launch several more blows as her two creations pack on their own, the end result being a lot of hits landing, and even more open wounds forming on Za’s form over the next few seconds as Tenken works him over like a mob boss on a snitch.
But then something happens. His wounds all seem to simply close up and he looks…healthier. She gives a growl and slams her fist into him several more times even as her creations do the same, reopening one of the wounds but, in the end, she felt like all that happened in this exchange was a big stalemate.
Tenken leaps back suddenly, her golden eyes fixing on her foe. ”Neat trick.” She takes a deep gulp and prepares for the next flurry of blows.
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