Things became clear that the three kunoichi had the upper hand by a long shot. Not only did Inarie have the skill and prowess to challenge the group, but Haruko and Kit were no pushovers either. However things quickly got out of hand Inarie realized as the horned Yoru reached over to grab his severed arm. Then he aligned the missing part to the stump, and with a sigh of relief as steam rolled off from where the arm was severed. Bone, muscle, and even skin tissue reconnect and regenerate with the warm cells in the arm.
Inarie’s eyes narrowed at that sight for it was the same ability she possessed, and as the result she already knew the limitations that ability held. Still the horned Yoru bellowed out a mad laughter.
”You can hide your scales, Primal! But in the end you are still one of us! You cannot deny your destiny, your fate!” The mad man muttering about destiny didn’t really bother Inarie that much. It was the fact that he used her own title, Primal of Dragonkin, as it was something she never told anyone. It bothered her that he knew of it, but the time for thinking wasn’t here. The Yoru that stood next to the horned one strung together the hand seals while the horned man spoke. He opened his mouth as Inarie leapt from her tree away from his chosen direction, and like an arrow or a spear of lightning it propelled from Yoru's lips to slam against the palm tree’s trunk. Leaving a small ring of scorch marks on its wake.
However, the Yoru fired one more spear in quick succession instead of a beam this time. Luckily Inarie is not only quick on her feet, but she’s perceptive of her surroundings as well. Inarie leapt again from the spear’s blast as it sailed past her, but Inarie positioned herself to where the horned Yoru was between her and the man who kept throwing lightning spears at her. The ringleader bared his teeth as he turned to face her and with a quick step. Inarie rapidly closed the short distance between them, and the horned one swats at her in a wide swing of his left arm. Inarie saw what he was doing, Inarie slid low beneath the swipe as she swung her raiton wreathed katana just above his left kneecap.
Inarie also did this to keep her katan positioned between her and the other Yoru who had been firing raiton spears at her. Little did she realise that he still had an extra charge saved up as he released the third spear specifically at the hand which held her katana.
The raiton surged through her left arm as the energy burned into her glove and into her skin. Leaving second burns as her katana was knocked away from her hand. Inarie gasped from the sudden burn sensation as it felt like her entire arm went numb. Anger on a primal level roared out of her lungs as a powerful raiton condensed around her clenched right fist. Inarie lunged as she came up from her crouched position, and to Yoru's credit he raised his arms to protect his face. However the surge of strength was overwhelming as her uppercut broke through his protective arms as they made a sickening crunch of bone as broken bones were sticking out from the wrist and the forearm. That wasn’t all as the surge of electricity violently coursed through his body just before Inarie’s fist slammed under his chin which essentially achieved similar results. An audible shockwave erupts from the impact as raiton licked across Inarie’s skin. Bone crushing as blood flowed from the Yoru’s mouth like a river. The large force from the impact threw Yoru off his feet as blood trailed behind him for many meters, crashing through the top of a tree closer to the beach beyond the training grounds.
As the horned Yoru dropped down to one knee howling in pain once more. Like her skin was peeling from her, metallic blue scales emerged from the deep layers of her skin as skin tissue and blood flowed like a river over her burnt left hand. Leaving not even a scar behind it, and Inarie wove a string of handseals. At the final hand seal, the scales along her arms encroach as muscles were defined and thicker patches of scales cover up to her hands. Talons dark as the night extended past her fingertips for 3 inches as light refracted from her dark blue scales.
”For someone who was sent to take my head, not a single one of you have even scratched the surface of your gift. None of you have the right to say what my fate is, and to hell with your so-called god. Because your god is not going to save you here!” Inarie retorted to the Yoru as an aura of raiton shrouds her form, and her claws spark violently in raiton chakra. Inarie’s insult to their divine being made the second Yoru who was going after Haruko, and even one of the Yoru that Kitsuki knocked out recovering only from the Dragon’s Blood healing them to stop and turn towards Inarie. Their glares of hatred in rebuke to her insults plain on their face before they charged towards her.
In a ferocious way, Inarie intercepted the Yoru that came from Haruko’s position, and he tried to deliver a thunderclap drill hook against her. Inarie spun around him as her raiton field violently electrocuted him which halted his attack, and with a swipe of her chakra coated talons Inarie disemboweled him. His intestines slithering out from the open gashes, yet he couldn’t scream nor make much of a noise before he falls to the ground. The other Yoru’s end came swift as he tried to use Young Lightning to dispel her aura. Which did destabilize the electrical current surrounding Inarie, but she wasn’t standing still while that was going on. Inarie pivoted her body to lean out of the way as she swiped her claws horizontally, and her talons sank into Yoru's misshapen face. The way she dug her claws and using the draconic strength flowing through her body. Inarie not only punctured through his skull, but she also ripped his face clean off like it was a mask. His body also dropped the ground with the exposed muscle tissue and bone planted into the sand.
The horned Yoru finally expressed horror upon viewing Inarie as she tossed the bloodied face of his follower before him.
”This is what your faith has led you. Your dragon is not a god, he’s a psychotic tyrant who uses all of you as pawns for his own gain. He doesn’t give a second glance on whether you walk out of here alive or buried in sand. Every Time he’s sent one of you after me, they go missing.” She wasn’t going to tell them that they were taken in, of course he could speculate, but there wasn’t any confirmation of whether they’re alive or dead. Yet the horned one began to chuckle, not out of mockery, but rather out of madness.
”You’re just like him… He kills any of us that disobeys him, and Our God always gets what he wants.” That certainly smacked Inarie metaphorically as her brow darkened with anger.
”I am nothing like Tyrsas! I do not control people out of fear, nor do I enslave nations either.” Albeit to Haruko and Kitsuki that knowledge might not be known. The horned Yoru cowers in fear as Inarie begins to approach in a leisure pace, albeit the scales still cover her arm and the talons remain present.
”Lies! You’ll just torture me until you get what you want!” The scales appear to retreat into the regular patches that Inarie is often seen, and her fingernails sink back to normal as the dark color fade into healthy colors. Despite him cowering, Inarie knelt as she placed a hand on his misshapen shoulder, and he shivered upon her touch and refused to make eye contact with her. Inarie sighed as she quelled the draconic hatred that seemed to be ever present in the depths of her core.
”I don’t want to torture you unless you leave me no other option. All I ask is that you tell me where I can find Tyrsas.” Her voice held that soothing warmth that is often found in mothers comforting their children. In truth she already knows about the whole ordeal these Loyalists go through. Most of them serve out of fear of their dragon, but some are very loyal to their dragon. However he shook his head in disagreement, and frankly Inarie doesn’t think that physical or mental torture would work on him. Not without breaking him at any rate.
”No one knows where he is! He only comes before the Darastrix Champion, and only the Champion is blessed with Our Lord’s presence.” That was a new term for Inarie as that wasn’t located in the texts, but her father did mention in his notes that there were exceptional Yoru that’s equivalent to a General running an army for their Lord. So, changing her wording, Inarie pressed for more information.
”And where might I find your Darastrix Champion?” The shivering continued for the Yoru, but he finally glanced up at her. In truth, Inarie was beginning to think that he wasn’t going to give an answer as she began to stand back up on her feet. His hand shot up to snatch her wrist, and though he didn’t do anything else his grip was something fierce.
”In the Land of Moon, there’s an old monastery built like a fortress on the central west side. He has claimed that ruin as our new headquarters.” Inarie’s eyes lingered on him in silence before she raised her other hand and softly placed it over his hand.
”Can you tell me the Champion’s name and what he looks like? Any distinguishable marks or signature gear he often carries?” On that he eagerly nods in agreement.
”Yes, yes! His name is Otantis Yoru, and he has dark hair with molten scales on his face! He often carries a odachi that constantly runs red with blood. It poisons our blood and kills the weak!” That was enough for Inarie. They now had a place, a name, and what their target looks like. A sigh escapes from her lips before turning her rose pink eyes over to her friends with a soft smile spreading across her lips.
”I am sorry that my family problems put you in danger. It was never my intention to put any of you or Kirigakure in danger, I just lacked the evidence or leads to get to the heart of this.”
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