Between the bombings and the personal attacks on the village elites, it seemed that everyone was getting pinned down lately. Yume was no exception to this however she found her dilemma to be one of time instead of a physical impairment. She had been pulling doubles at Omni Prime and was beginning to feel that those who had been impaled were the ones who were getting off lightly. Digging her fingers into the side of her head, she massages away a budding headache and opens her eyes to assess her current predicament. Across the way was Anbu Team Fox, her prospective healing assignment, which she was separated from by a barrage of spikes and gravity mines. Crouched behind her were the noontide twins, allies from the surface who had come to the village. They spoke in unison for the most part but occasionally finished sentences for each other. It took some getting used to but now it was the least of their worries.
We can help. We know things, magicks. Allow us to help you. Heal us as if we were them and it will heal them.
The twins would look at each other, the sister appearing to be a lighter mirrored image of her brother, and chant as their fingers waggled in time. Slamming their palms together as the crouched on bent knee, they leaned forward across their forward leg so that their crowns touched. The mednin sat dumbfounded at the display, a little perplexed by the flashy antics but decided that now was not the time to debate whether a technique was practical. There would always be time for that if… when… they succeeded. Crawling as close to the twins as she could, Yume would kneel between them while keeping her head low; so far the enemy was ignoring them. If they remained inconspicuous, they would be able to heal the team with out drawing attention.
It took a moment of focus but soon the mednin had descended into a meditative trance, hands moving to perform the seals necessary to heal on of the ANBU’s broken legs. Her hands pressed to Nite’s calf, willing a foreign object from the injury and sealing the flesh behind it. Had she been more lucid, she would have known by the cries and gasps coming from across the way that the technique was working. Without pause her hands would move into the seals for Skeletal Fortification and the heel of her palm would press against Dae’s sternum, just below her collar bone. A muffled cry would glance off the Inuzuka’s ears, barely penetrating her subconscious; only one more to go. Performing the final set of motions for Mystical Force, she would place a hand on both twins back, mumbling a prayer to Mother Suna that she would be able to give the team enough of a boost to get them through the rest of the fight. Releasing her hands, she would rest against the barricade that had kept them safe, joined shortly by the twins. If they were lucky, the assault would ease up soon and they could go home. If not, they were in for a long night.
[WC: 531]
We can help. We know things, magicks. Allow us to help you. Heal us as if we were them and it will heal them.
The twins would look at each other, the sister appearing to be a lighter mirrored image of her brother, and chant as their fingers waggled in time. Slamming their palms together as the crouched on bent knee, they leaned forward across their forward leg so that their crowns touched. The mednin sat dumbfounded at the display, a little perplexed by the flashy antics but decided that now was not the time to debate whether a technique was practical. There would always be time for that if… when… they succeeded. Crawling as close to the twins as she could, Yume would kneel between them while keeping her head low; so far the enemy was ignoring them. If they remained inconspicuous, they would be able to heal the team with out drawing attention.
It took a moment of focus but soon the mednin had descended into a meditative trance, hands moving to perform the seals necessary to heal on of the ANBU’s broken legs. Her hands pressed to Nite’s calf, willing a foreign object from the injury and sealing the flesh behind it. Had she been more lucid, she would have known by the cries and gasps coming from across the way that the technique was working. Without pause her hands would move into the seals for Skeletal Fortification and the heel of her palm would press against Dae’s sternum, just below her collar bone. A muffled cry would glance off the Inuzuka’s ears, barely penetrating her subconscious; only one more to go. Performing the final set of motions for Mystical Force, she would place a hand on both twins back, mumbling a prayer to Mother Suna that she would be able to give the team enough of a boost to get them through the rest of the fight. Releasing her hands, she would rest against the barricade that had kept them safe, joined shortly by the twins. If they were lucky, the assault would ease up soon and they could go home. If not, they were in for a long night.
[WC: 531]