I'm still working on this scene.
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"Hey! You can't go in the-!"
Namae Shiro, Special Jounin of the Village Hidden by the Clouds and head of the Raikage's bodyguard detail, didn't scream as he died. The strike that shattered his ribcage like a raw egg and sprayed effluvia across the outer office was too quick and too sudden to give him time.
The medical technique that had replaced his blood's plasma with a powerful acid would have taken several seconds more to do the task, not that he would have been concious for it - even a Jounin's chakra-based physical conditioning wasn't enough to truly resist that level of trauma. In all honesty, it hadn't been meant to. The screaming started when the splattering mess started to eat its way ravenously through the flesh of his men.
The woman responsible stepped over what was left of the corpse that had started it and opened the door to the inner chamber without knocking.
The Raikage set down his pen calmly on the low table sitting in front of him and gestured politely. "Please, have a seat."
She did, closing the door behind her with a whisper of cloth as the cloak shrouding her rubbed across her sleeve, then walked to the spot he had indicated and sank down to match his seiza.
They regarded each other for a moment, tilting their heads slightly so as to be able to see each others' eyes despite her hood and the Raikage's ceremonial hat, then he said, mildly, "You might have been more gentle with my bodyguard."
She shrugged, slightly. "I don't do gentle. I'd be happy to repair the survivors, though."
"That will depend on why you've come." He didn't flavor the statement with any sort of vocal menace or killing intent, but rather simply let the threat lie implicit with all the grace that might have been expected of the greatest ninja of one of the five great nations.
She smiled and took from beneath her cloak a small glass jar, containing some unidentifiable transparent, red-tinted liquid and a spherical object that anyone as familiar with violence as the Raikage would recognize as a human eye. When he raised an eyebrow in wordless question she shook it slightly, making the jar's contents rotate slightly and reveal to him the eyes blank white iris and lack of pupil.
He drew in a long, slow breath, and smiled. It got wider as she spoke. "I kept the optic nerve for the other one."
Ja, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
^_^
"Hey! You can't go in the-!"
Namae Shiro, Special Jounin of the Village Hidden by the Clouds and head of the Raikage's bodyguard detail, didn't scream as he died. The strike that shattered his ribcage like a raw egg and sprayed effluvia across the outer office was too quick and too sudden to give him time.
The medical technique that had replaced his blood's plasma with a powerful acid would have taken several seconds more to do the task, not that he would have been concious for it - even a Jounin's chakra-based physical conditioning wasn't enough to truly resist that level of trauma. In all honesty, it hadn't been meant to. The screaming started when the splattering mess started to eat its way ravenously through the flesh of his men.
The woman responsible stepped over what was left of the corpse that had started it and opened the door to the inner chamber without knocking.
The Raikage set down his pen calmly on the low table sitting in front of him and gestured politely. "Please, have a seat."
She did, closing the door behind her with a whisper of cloth as the cloak shrouding her rubbed across her sleeve, then walked to the spot he had indicated and sank down to match his seiza.
They regarded each other for a moment, tilting their heads slightly so as to be able to see each others' eyes despite her hood and the Raikage's ceremonial hat, then he said, mildly, "You might have been more gentle with my bodyguard."
She shrugged, slightly. "I don't do gentle. I'd be happy to repair the survivors, though."
"That will depend on why you've come." He didn't flavor the statement with any sort of vocal menace or killing intent, but rather simply let the threat lie implicit with all the grace that might have been expected of the greatest ninja of one of the five great nations.
She smiled and took from beneath her cloak a small glass jar, containing some unidentifiable transparent, red-tinted liquid and a spherical object that anyone as familiar with violence as the Raikage would recognize as a human eye. When he raised an eyebrow in wordless question she shook it slightly, making the jar's contents rotate slightly and reveal to him the eyes blank white iris and lack of pupil.
He drew in a long, slow breath, and smiled. It got wider as she spoke. "I kept the optic nerve for the other one."
Ja, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"