
Finally, finally, something would happen that would give her a moment of feeling that this was going to go in her favor. Her muscles would quickly contract, like a spring-loaded weapon cocking back, prepared to fire. She just needed the right moment to press down the hammer and attack. She would get that moment. She had been holding out hope all this time, this long time, for the moment. There was no way it would be missed now that it was finally there.
"Really fucking stupid hiding your body but showing your eyes..."
Of course, in her mind these shinobi were arrogant. It did not surprise her one bit that he would be conducting such a contradictory action such as camoing himself but exposing a part of his body as some intimidation factor. They felt they were the superior breed, these little shinobi of Suna. It helped ease her mind all the time, yes the Sovereign were monsters but the shinobi was Suna was no better. They were the worst. Undisciplined. Savior complexes. Lazy. Blinded. It was frustrating just being in their presence. It was why they needed to be dealt with. It was why she accepted her mission to join the Sovereign. It was why she didn't just outright turn her back on the Sovereign. She still had to complete her mission. For him. For the Grand Master.
"Juu..."
She would sneer at the name as the flame would begin to slowly expand. She had noticed the small flame previously, but even when it grew to double its size it did not necessarily phase her. The heat could be barely felt and the threat of such a small flame was minuscule. Her mind was now working in battle mode. She was not singularly locked onto the blue eyes, but it was damn near that. She would not admit it, but there was some mental fatigue that had been setting in the past couple of months. It was more of a strain to focus. The only thing that gave her the vantage was that she only had to focus on one person. Had it been two she would have been sweating, but no one shinobi could take her down.
"Number 10..."
The ground below her feet would crack as her toes and the palms of her feet would dig themselves in, like an animal preparing to pounce. The moment to strike was getting closer and closer, and no amount of fire between them would cause her to falter in that belief.
First I will snatch at his throat with my right hand. The chances he blocks it are high, or at least attempts to block it. The chances of missing are minimal. I can see his eyes and a vague outline of his form, but just knowing his eyes I know roughly where his throat is. As a backup, my left hand will follow up with a delayed thrust at his center mass. I will probably hit his gut, and then I will lock in my grasp from there. There is a chance it will catch him off guard enough that I will be able to get my right hand back into position should it get blocked. Ultimately, I only need one hand on him. Then I can drain just enough energy to restore my strength and make my way out of this cell. With just enough energy I should be able to break free, then I will absorb at least two more people fully, prisoners or guards... just less of a fight, and then I should be fully restored. I will level this place at this point. Then I will go down... to The Heart.
Her mind would snap back momentarily as the following would echo out.
"Natsukawa..."
It was a clan name that she hadn't heard in a while. She had grown, regrettably, used to people referring to her by the Sovereign identification, and while she fought with them she never viewed herself as fully assimilated member of that collective. She had a name and she had a different purpose in this life. She was no mere pawn but had to play one for the time being. Those back in Tea, those that she was supporting with her quest, those were the ones that knew her name. The ones that used her name. Therefore, that name is who she was. This trip into nostalgia seemed to even make her lose focus of the fact that the fire that was almost coating the entire room was now gone and that the world was black once more. Her eyes, as if moving through mud at the slow pace it felt like they were moving, would look up at the blue eyes not focusing on her. And then they would shift down to hers as if they sensed her looking at them.
"Avaron..."
That's... that's my name...
And with that, her body would spontaneous combust into flames. The sensation would surge through her quickly. She would resist the urge to fall into shock, as her skin started to bubble and melt off of her body. Her mind, already pushed to the limit through the torture, through the mind games being played, through focusing on her escape seemed to begin to enter a shutdown mode with this latest addition to its processing load. The stimuli of the fire upon her body, the pain she was experiencing, it would be the straw that would finally break her mind. She was past her limits. She would writhe upon the floor in pain.
At least that would be how she was experiencing the moment.