Like a marionette, her form would shift and raise, as her gaze passed over the area. Her form would seem to move of its own accord, as she set off in a sprint away from the opening, closing the gap between her and Iwagakure’s sacred rock to cut off a group that seemed to be attempting to flee the massacre they had brought upon themselves. Justice would not turn a blind eye to these monsters, not whilst she was able to stand in their way, they would not escape. Her left hand would flicker and Amai would zip through the air and into Taeru’s left hand via the chakra thread, with such her chakra would flair and a thick stream would pump through her arm as well as soak up into the tessen from the aura about her, and as such an ominous green glowing coal-like substance would foram to coat the weapon she held. Another small shift with her left hand's fingers would graze Tatsu through the sand, scooping it up, ready to disperse it through the air. Her form would hold the position waiting for the enemy to come within her range, the bravado of the group evident as they readied to attack the only foe they could see within their way. Her brow would arch, the only quirk of her features that would give evidence that apart of her mental faculties remained intact or had at least returned to her. Once within range she would simply swipe diagonally upwards, the action would not only tug Tatsu back to her form  dispersing the sand before her but would also activate her jutsu, sending a choking smog of thick burning ash to swarm the area, capturing the group within, the combination would of both her jutsu and the sand would meld the small fragments of sand into slithers of glass, mixed within the smog . The glass littered ash would not only cause small burns to riddle the exposed flesh but would also deeply hinder their vision temporarily. Standing her ground she would wait amidst the sounds of panic, waiting for each to find their way out from the smog of burning ash. Each that emerged would meet her and her dance off blade and fan, be it the flick of her wrist snapping about the two tessen Amai and Tatsu or the sharp plunges and slashes of her blade Ripa tsume. After ensuring the group was dead she would end a few meters off of the entrance. Crouching down over the body of a struggling individual she would slowly plunge Ripa into his throat allowing it to sink right the way in. The sounds of his struggling breaths as he drowned spluttering within his own thick essence.  

The finer hairs on the back of her neck would raise as the sensation on unexpected approach encroached upon her. Twisting away from the freshly gargled corpse she would angle her form slightly, raising as she slashed with Ripa. Her movement would not only slice through the tendons of the males armpits but his throat too, sending him with more force than there should have been, causing her to step back just in time to bear witness to a blood-soaked spear of ice protruding from the male's abdomen. The males arms would drop around her, landing against the glass. Giving a small hop her right foot would rest against the spear of ice as her left took its fragile footing against his shoulder. Ice... in the middle of the desert, its chill reaching through her shoes. Her blood-soaked brow would crease as she lowered into a crouch setting her piercing yellow gaze upon a female figure not too far off just in time to watch the individuals arm drop back to their side. Inhaling quickly she would drink in the scents once again, confirming the scent of one she had inhaled before the breach upon the holdfast of the enemy. As she female removed her mask enough to wink Taeru would drink in the features she could before inclining her head by way of thanks before watching the female leave,  the snowflakes left in her wake. Lowering, her left hand would rest against the spear only to be followed by the tip of her nose, inhaling the scent, if any, even if there were just the traces of chakra as it melted away. The small shift from the body as the ice melted would have her rapidly plunge Ripa into his side to ensure the death was complete.

With a small sigh, her gaze would shift amongst the battlefield before landing upon the group of recently freed individuals. She would stand before lowering her head just enough to keep some of her blood-soaked features from view, yet would keep her gaze upon them, watching their reactions as she spoke up. “Please stand away from the structure, as I am sure you are all aware it is not safe. Please allow me a moment, I must ensure that none that could pose a threat remain. Should you chose it the camp of Iwagakure no Sato will be able to offer medical aid and shelter.” With having said her part she would stalk past, ending lives that required such, starting close by the decaying building of flame and glass before traveling outwards. The group that had decided to follow her would follow meters behind, both attempting to stay close whilst keeping their distance from her. Only upon coming so far out away from the battle would she come across a small form, half hidden within the sand. Using her left foot she would turn the body over, ready to end the life as she had many others that day, however, the headband baring Iwagakure’s symbol would halt her. Just a child that had no business being out of the safety of the camp. A silent snarl would curl her lip for a moment before turning the child back over onto his front before grasping the child’s clothing, close to the scruff of his neck before rising, hoisting the child up in the process before carrying him back to Iwagakure’s campsite. Smudges of blood from her hand would litter the back of his clothing from her hand as she handed him over to one of the camp guards as she stepped to another. “These people need to be checked and then a few require medical attention. Please inform me of any developments.”  Stepping away she would head for her tent.

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Total word count: 5372.

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Mission: 5000/5000.
Left over word count: 372.

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Total thread word count: 30,635.

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