Mizu glared back at Haruki for a split second as he crouched in fear behind her. "Haruki, what are you doing?!" Mizu shouted back at her comrade frantically. Just what was he doing? This was life or death, they needed him for a numbers advantage! Without him this was just a one on one fight. As frustrating as it was though, she didn't have time to deal with this. After just a moment she turned her attention back to the bald one. He was still charging them. Luckily, he was at the perfect disposition for Mizu to use her staff. In order for him to strike her with that sword, he'd have to get close. That meant having to get past her staff. The ronin charged closer and closer, but suddenly her vision was obscured by a veil of smoke. What the hell was going on!?
Meanwhile, the other Ronin that had originally lunged for Tetsuo now sat in the smoke. The smoke bomb caught him by surprise, and in the heat of the moment he'd inhaled a mouthfull of powdery smoke into his lungs. He coughed uncontrollably, mouth tainted with an ashy soot taste. Struggling to breathe, he had no choice but to retreat from out of the smoke, readying himself back up for whatever was next while trying to gain his breath back, but this was easier said than done.
Although Mizu was in the smoke cloud, she had enough time to catch her breath and not inhale it initially. Only the problem was now that she couldn't see the bald ronin who was originally charging her. Immediately she tensed up for a moment, realizing how bad this situation was. Her and Haruki were surrounded by potentially two opponents that she couldn't see.
"Haruki, stay where you are!" Mizu ordered out, trying to gain any bearings on where her opponent might be. Caught in the middle of the smoke, she couldn't advance as she could stumble in a trap, but remaining where she was could prove fatal as well as she was a sitting duck. The bandit didn't give her much time to debate however. From the blanket of smoke, the flash of a blade lashed out toward Mizu. With no time to react and block, Mizu tried to weave her body out of the way, but the blade still caught the side of her arm. Her sleeve was cut open, and a stinging sensation instantly overcame her bicep; she was cut. How bad it was, there was no time to tell.
Mizu had to act, they couldn't sit here anymore. She put her hands together and made a single handsign: She was making a shadowclone! Hastily, she a clone formed next to her. The clone then charged out of the smoke, in a similar direction as to where she was cut from. Her clone lunged out, of smoke, and was instantly met with the blade of the bald ronin. He'd been waiting for her to try and escape that way. But the clone made an audible popping noise as it turned to a small cloud of dust before the ronin's eyes.
In the smoke, Mizu heard the pop, and its direction. That was her cue. She grabbed Haruki by the shirt and ran of the smoke in the opposite way. Fortunately this led them to be right next to Tetsuo. Mizu released Haruki, then readied herself again. Glancing over at Tetsuo, she quickly realized what happened. He was the one who threw the smoke pellet! That asshole could have gotten her killed! Still feeling a stinging sensation, Mizu glared down to her upper left arm. There was a gash in it. While it wasn't too deep, it was deep enough to be bleeding.
Once again, she wouldn't have a lot of time to think. The bald ronin was charging them from around the smoke, readying to strike once again.
Meanwhile, the other Ronin that had originally lunged for Tetsuo now sat in the smoke. The smoke bomb caught him by surprise, and in the heat of the moment he'd inhaled a mouthfull of powdery smoke into his lungs. He coughed uncontrollably, mouth tainted with an ashy soot taste. Struggling to breathe, he had no choice but to retreat from out of the smoke, readying himself back up for whatever was next while trying to gain his breath back, but this was easier said than done.
Although Mizu was in the smoke cloud, she had enough time to catch her breath and not inhale it initially. Only the problem was now that she couldn't see the bald ronin who was originally charging her. Immediately she tensed up for a moment, realizing how bad this situation was. Her and Haruki were surrounded by potentially two opponents that she couldn't see.
"Haruki, stay where you are!" Mizu ordered out, trying to gain any bearings on where her opponent might be. Caught in the middle of the smoke, she couldn't advance as she could stumble in a trap, but remaining where she was could prove fatal as well as she was a sitting duck. The bandit didn't give her much time to debate however. From the blanket of smoke, the flash of a blade lashed out toward Mizu. With no time to react and block, Mizu tried to weave her body out of the way, but the blade still caught the side of her arm. Her sleeve was cut open, and a stinging sensation instantly overcame her bicep; she was cut. How bad it was, there was no time to tell.
Mizu had to act, they couldn't sit here anymore. She put her hands together and made a single handsign: She was making a shadowclone! Hastily, she a clone formed next to her. The clone then charged out of the smoke, in a similar direction as to where she was cut from. Her clone lunged out, of smoke, and was instantly met with the blade of the bald ronin. He'd been waiting for her to try and escape that way. But the clone made an audible popping noise as it turned to a small cloud of dust before the ronin's eyes.
In the smoke, Mizu heard the pop, and its direction. That was her cue. She grabbed Haruki by the shirt and ran of the smoke in the opposite way. Fortunately this led them to be right next to Tetsuo. Mizu released Haruki, then readied herself again. Glancing over at Tetsuo, she quickly realized what happened. He was the one who threw the smoke pellet! That asshole could have gotten her killed! Still feeling a stinging sensation, Mizu glared down to her upper left arm. There was a gash in it. While it wasn't too deep, it was deep enough to be bleeding.
Once again, she wouldn't have a lot of time to think. The bald ronin was charging them from around the smoke, readying to strike once again.