A/n- this is as far as I got tonight.. More to come as tomorrow is a boring. Boring shift.
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Shikamaru prides himself in being too lazy to fight. He slowly lifts his hands apart, and spreads his fingers in surrender.
Blazing golden eyes dart, searching the shadow laden ground, but at the same time the left hand touches the sleeve on the right arm. Though Shikamaru never witnesses a single hand sign, bright blue lightning discharges all over the boy's body. What lightning technique is this? A bloodline-limit? Shika's mind whirls, analyzing all the raw data as he witnesses the long dirty tunic, draped loosely upon the boy, move, strangely, of its own accord. It glows and wraps about the boy's right forearm, slithering along almost like it was alive.
A puppet technique of some sort? No. A bloodline limit puppetry technique based on a lightening type chakra..? Shika's brows twist in the absurdity of the notion.
The boy is in motion before the showy sparks and glow fades, bandaged legs pumping in a near blur. Shika back pedals instinctively from the fierce charge, one arm seeking his fanny pack, aching to clutch his chakra knife. His hand is on the cool handle as the thin body darts far too close, the boy moving faster than he ever expected.
Shikamaru is not a close range type-of fighter, but his analysis declares that apparently, this boy is. Three steps back, and the boy is five steps too close, but instead of a direct strike, suddenly the blond lunges to the side and down.
A feint? A taijutsu feint? What a drag. The boy is an experienced close range fighter.
Shika's chakra knife pulls free of the pack and he brings it protectively up before his chest, just as a dark pale blur descends in from his right. The clang of the impact against something very hard vibrates down and through his all his bones.
Shikamaru doesn't get a chance of see what his knife struck, but his teeth rattle anyway.
A gust of wind from behind nearly blows Shika over, but blasts the boy solidly, sending him tumbling heels over skull.
The boy drops like a rag doll into a heap as position three, the dark haired woman in a green demon mask, drops down from above the wagon. Shika hears her voice barking orders and, she gestures sharply to the remaining crowd. It's quite the show. The crowd moves back obediently, following the frightening nin's commands.
What a drag. Why are women-nin always the scary type anyway?
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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