The alleys were dark. The smell of piss and cheap booze filled the air as the young woman made her way through the decrepit passages of the Black Bazaar. The soft spoken kunoichi was on the hunt of something rather hard to come across, the blood of a Yamanaka Shinobi. She needed to be able to use the blood of the clan to maximize her study in poisons and other toxins for her puppetcraft. She has heard rumors of their ability to withstand toxins and she wanted to try and find a bypass to their natural resistance. She wouldn't want to be defeated because the enemy's blood was tolerant to her attacks. Being a puppeteer she needed to make sure each strike from her nano-puppets landed their full potential. Any resilience in her enemies would not be tolerated.
Making her way down an alley she was suddenly stopped by a middle aged man. There he stood in front of the beautiful woman, cloaked in a dark charcoal and navy blue niqab and dress. He was towering over the young woman in a sweat and liquor stained shirt. It was probably white once upon a time, and torn shorts. The man smelled worse than the streets did and he had a semi-empty bottle of sake in his hand. He leaned closer to try and pull the niqab from the girl's face. His nasty fingers came close to her face before he froze in his place.
"*Hick-Up*... wha???"<i></i>
The only visible part of the young girl were her eyes and her arching brows. They seemed to remain calm even though the larger man was before her. Slight movement could be seen under her niqab.
"Disgusting..."<i></i>
She turned to walk around the man as he fell to the ground screaming in pain. Thousands of Micro-Puppets in the shape of spiders had already covered the man and began deconstructing his body. As his screams began to become muffled the heap where he once laid began to become smaller as the spiders crawled away from the man and back to Kumomi. At five paces away Kumomi glanced back to see the spot where the man had been deconstructed completely and she grinned.
MFT:367
Making her way down an alley she was suddenly stopped by a middle aged man. There he stood in front of the beautiful woman, cloaked in a dark charcoal and navy blue niqab and dress. He was towering over the young woman in a sweat and liquor stained shirt. It was probably white once upon a time, and torn shorts. The man smelled worse than the streets did and he had a semi-empty bottle of sake in his hand. He leaned closer to try and pull the niqab from the girl's face. His nasty fingers came close to her face before he froze in his place.
"*Hick-Up*... wha???"<i></i>
The only visible part of the young girl were her eyes and her arching brows. They seemed to remain calm even though the larger man was before her. Slight movement could be seen under her niqab.
"Disgusting..."<i></i>
She turned to walk around the man as he fell to the ground screaming in pain. Thousands of Micro-Puppets in the shape of spiders had already covered the man and began deconstructing his body. As his screams began to become muffled the heap where he once laid began to become smaller as the spiders crawled away from the man and back to Kumomi. At five paces away Kumomi glanced back to see the spot where the man had been deconstructed completely and she grinned.
MFT:367