[ amaterasu focuses, of course, on the incoming kunai— she hacks and slashes them from reaching her frame, clanks of metal gleaming and hitting the ground in erratic directions. it gives sasuke the perfect amount of time and opening to sink his blow upon her. the only way she wouldn't harm herself would be to throw her sword out of her teeth and twirl away with fleetfoot, gracefully but on top of timing. almost too on top.
she's abandoned her weapon to float upon her back to flee, and even then— white fur has been cleanly sliced from her mane and tail, drifting to the ground and the ninja's feet. that was too much of a close one.
perhaps pressuring him immediately was more invigorating. besides! she saw his smile. he likes what he's doing. amaterasu jumps back into a flip but plays her cards like a game of chance. perhaps, he remembers the ninetails the fought together do something similar: she pulls back, and on top of her, the sword seems to charge like an arrow being held to the strained string of a bow.
in seconds flat, it will charge forward, and she will go with. ]
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she's abandoned her weapon to float upon her back to flee, and even then— white fur has been cleanly sliced from her mane and tail, drifting to the ground and the ninja's feet. that was too much of a close one.
perhaps pressuring him immediately was more invigorating. besides! she saw his smile. he likes what he's doing. amaterasu jumps back into a flip but plays her cards like a game of chance. perhaps, he remembers the ninetails the fought together do something similar: she pulls back, and on top of her, the sword seems to charge like an arrow being held to the strained string of a bow.
in seconds flat, it will charge forward, and she will go with. ]