You see your opponent begin to steady herself, slowly overcoming her shock at seeing you striding out of the dust cloud, but you don't give her the chance. With a sudden burst of speed one of the small shards of concrete still on your clothes is in your hand, and then it's hurtling towards her eyes. Vaguely you're aware of her eyes widening to track it, but you pay no attention to that. Instead you skim your free hand along the ground, collecting one of the multitude of knives strewn across the floor. You feel the knives dance in your hands, and in a flash they are sent streaking towards your opponent. Distantly you hear a soft cry of pain, but your focus has already shifted. You can feel the cutting edge of the scything wind brush against your skin as you slam your hands together in familiar hand-signs, products of years of rote memorization. All your attention on heavy kusarigama behind her. Your chakra sings in your ears, far stronger than you've ever felt before. You've never attempted such a disparate replacement before, but you exhale-...
Your feet skid across the concrete floor as smoke curls around you. Faintly you hear the sharp sound of the metal weapon skidding across the floor, caught up in that deadly wind. You're already moving, narrowly diving out of the way of another wind-blast as the sand bitch whirls around to face you, the tell-tale shimmer of Jutsu surrounding that damn fan. Two more knives lash out, but they are merely batted way by the wind, you let out a small grunt of annoyance, but it quickly disappears as you spot the dark patch on her shoulder. So you did hit her, and given the way her shoulder hitches when she moves it, it was a clean hit. Any thought of celebration is wiped from your mind though, as once again the wind reaches out for you. Something in the back of your mind reaches out, and with barely a thought your hands are moving once again. A flash of smoke and a katana goes skidding across the floor, wind whipping around the metal blade.
You on the other hand are forced to turn your dismount into a handspring to keep from slamming head-first into the floor. You whip through the air as your opponent spins around once more, desperately trying to keep track of you. You're not entirely sure how you're doing this, but you're too focused to question it, all your thoughts whirling through you second-by-second. At the apex of your arc you let loose another pair of knives. You see the blonde girl's eyes bulge as she throws herself to the side, lacking the time to bring her fan to bear. But it's not enough, the second of your knives misses her by inches, but the first slices across her stomach. You see her shirt tear open, blood begins to well up through the cut. Lightly you land on your feet. Your opponent is leaning slightly on her fan, breathing heavily, but it's her face that catches your attention. She's looking at you with pure hate smoldering in her eyes. You take a deep breath as the two of you stand there for a second, amid the field of your discarded weaponry. You can hear the whisper of voices from the viewing platforms, but you ignore them, simply electing to stare down your opponent. A mirror of how this match started, but this time the blonde girl is the one to make the first move. With a scream, her fan extends to its full form and another vortex reaches out to claim you in its grasp, but you spin out of the way, weapons flashing from the ground into your hands and the dance begins again.
As you twirl out of the way of yet another wind-blast you realize you are in a stalemate, you're too fast for her to hit, but with the winds whipping around her there's no chance for any of your weapons to get through. She's spending chakra like water in her fury, aiming to squash you like a bug, so you
could try and wait her out, but if she hits you...you grit your teeth as the edge of one of the blasts of wind clips you, sending you skidding backwards. No, if she traps you again she'll probably just suffocate you, and you don't know if you can dodge forever. You need to end this decisively. You need to do something about that fan. Then your foot makes contact with something, and your mouth splits into a feral grin. You have a plan. You send two more knives arcing towards her, but they're a mere afterthought. A distraction.
Your heel kicks down, sending the fuma shuriken spinning up into your grip. It's not nearly as big as many of its kind, but for what you need it for it will do. You twist your hand, the four blades beginning their rotation before you reel back and lob it towards your opponent. It's a clumsy throw, artless and inaccurate, plain for everyone to see. The sand bitch doesn't even bother to knock it aside, merely shifting her footing and letting it sail harmlessly past her. Your face sets into a cruel smirk, and your hands form a now intimately familiar position. The look on her face as you appear right in front of her in a cloud of smoke is one you will take with you to your grave, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as the knife in your hands stabs downward, intent on burying itself in her collarbone. The wind whips around you, but you push through, intent on ending this fight once and for all.
Frantically she moves the heavy steel casing on her fan in front of her to block your knife, and the two weapons collide in a shower of sparks, locking together as the sound of metal grinding against metal fills the air around you.
"Gotcha" you spit out through gritted teeth. Your heart hammers in your chest, this is it. You throw your entire body weight down on your knife, twisting yourself into her guard. You feel her shoulder catch, and she screams in pain as the fan is forced from her grasp in a shower of sparks. Your knife goes with it, both of them clattering to the ground a few feet away, just out of reach. Something catches in the back of your mind and you frantically spin to the side, dancing out of the way of a vicious pressure wave that scythes through the air where you just were.
Your feet grind into the concrete floor as you finish your rotation. You have no weapons left on, but that's fine, this ends now. Your hand curls into a fist as you whip around, no time for form or finesse, just raw power. You see a fleeting moment of absolute terror on the blonde girl's face before your fist connects with the side of her jaw. You feel something give way before you hand, and a visceral snap rings out as the girl is sent tumbling backwards, blood pouring from her mouth. She crumples to the ground, landing on top of her fan. She shifts a handful of time, breath gurgling through the blood in her mouth before her head lolls to the side. You merely stand there sucking in air while you wait to see if she's truly down for the count. Eventually, the referee wanders over and looks her up and down before shrugging his shoulder.
"Winner: Tenten" he drawls out, and a tidal wave of relief washes over you. You did it, you won.
You won. You hear cheering from the viewing platforms and you look up to see the other Konoha genin waving to you...well you see most of them...some of them...okay two or three are actually waving, but in your mind they're all cheering for you. Unfortunately you don't see Guy- among them, but you try to push down the stab of disappointment. Last time you saw him he was rushing Lee to emergency surgery, and that was all of a half an hour ago. But the thought of Lee snaps you back to your opponent. She's still lying there on the ground, and as you glance at her she let's out a wet cough, sending a spray of blood out of her mouth.
[ ] Go over an make sure she's okay -
She may be a complete bitch, and the sister of that monster that tried to murder Lee, but you're better than her. And you want her to know you're better than her.
[ ] Ignore her -
She'll be fine, the proctors will take care of her.
[ ] Kick her while she's down -
You beat her, you want her to know it, and you want her to remember it. [Requires Failed Compassion Check]
[ ] Stunt?
A/N: Well, that took longer than expected. Also man, poor Temari. The dice absolutely hated her. Anyway, still working on the Chakra system, hope to have that out by tomorrow, so I haven't updated the Character sheet with that yet.
So yeah, you won, and now everyone just saw you start glowing and all your injuries heal themselves in a burst of golden light. Then you methodically took apart someone who was beating the shit out of you five seconds beforehand. I'm sure this will engender no suspicion whatsoever.
That's a common issue for me. I like making sure that it's known where I am, what I want to do, and where I want it to end. It's a second breath stunt so I can take a bit larger of a liberty with the last one there.
