Dismissal of Sacrifice [DE]

Walking. Just walking. Placing one foot in front of the other, a droll and steady march through the winding maze of Kusagakure; an idle pleasure, the movement of which got Kenta absolutely nowhere. The blood of the homeless youth he had slaughtered was crusted upon his thick, daunting combat knife; as the soldier walked about the streets he held the stained blade in front of his mouth, occasionally licking a layer off of the hardened lifeblood. The iron taste was somehow therapeutic, though it could also said to be a poison of the mind, fueling the cruel light in Kenta's hard, golden eyes. His utility belt was full of items, as usual; the soldier was nothing if not prepared. An extra knife, four kunai, forty-five hira-shuriken, fifteen darts, ten lighters and three incendiary grenades; quite the array. He even had his walkie-talkie clipped to his belt, though that was hardly any use in killing people.

Anyone who saw the tall form of soldier approaching from a mile off quickly dispersed, and with good reason. Kenta was not in the best of moods.

His brother, all but lost to him; his sister, a taunting beacon of sunshine and willfulness. How ironic it was that the disciplined soldier was losing his composure over the affair of their brother's disappearance, while the little orphan girl was relatively in tact. Kenta had returned to the apartment where he expected to find Amarisu, and had even had his hand poised over the wood of his door; but when he realized he was still gripping the knife with rapture in his hand, he had thought better of entering, and so here he was.

Lost in every sense but the literal.

...That form seemed familiar.

Kenta stopped in his tracks, down a twenty meter street whose corner the girl had just rounded. The distinctive white wolf that coiled about her step was what truly gave her away; Kenta had seen such a beast only once before. He had stopped, and his bright eyes shone down the alley like flashlights. This was the girl who had threatened him, attempted to seduce him for reasons that were uncertain. She was a wildcard, an unknown quantity; therefore, a threat.

It was only a five meter-or-so-thick street, with the walls of housing estates on either side.

The soldier was a vision of death, bathed in the pale moonlight.

"Hello, love." His accented voice carried, sinister.

When Kenta glanced right, he saw the two females on the approach, but one had the soldier's kunai burying themselves in her legs, gashing blood and pain - considering that there was a relatively uninhibited giant white wolf on his other side he thought it was probably the greater of the two threats. Upon his final hand-seal, he flicked his head to the right, and his mouth opened to gush out harsh, boiling ash, formulated from chakra alone that would engulf the poor animal - not that the aurulent chips of ice that sat in Kenta's sclera displayed any sort of regret. It was an enemy; it died.

As his mouth gushed doom, his right hand fled to the butt bag on his right hip, resurrecting his second combat knife, alike to the first. Once the cone of flame was all released - which took only a second or two - he would twist around and instantly charge after the girl, figuring she was likely still at least partially active but in a lot of pain and fit for execution.

Unhindered, he would likely reach her in a space of a couple of seconds.

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Prepared previous turn:

Fire Style: Hot Ash Breath.
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to expel hot ash from their mouth onto their targets to cause great burns to their body.
Special: Dog, Dragon, Boar, Tiger
Drawback: The User could easily be caught within the technique, burning himself within the hot ash. This technique does not discriminate between friend and foe. Only lasts for one post before diminishing into the air.
Description: User forms the needed hand seals and focuses chakra to their throat and mouth. Inhaling, the user releases a large wave of steaming hot black ash from their mouth, out towards the opponent. The ash quickly covers an area of 10 meters wide and 20 meters in front of them, leaving the hot ash in a 30 meter Cone expelling from the user, 8 feet high into the air, in about 1 second. This ash hinders all sight while active, except DouJutsu. However only remains within the air for one turn (6 Seconds). This ash upon contact, will instantly burn whoever is caught within, leaving second degree burns (B Rank Damage) along the effected body parts.
Limit: Fire Release

And thus, unhindered, the giant wolf - having already been struck full in the face by the combat knife, gashing it only a little due to the improvisation of the move - would be fully enveloped by the searing flames, scourging through its fur and hide to engulf it in burning agony and probably cripple it immensely.

Of course the only evidence Kenta would have of this would be the likely audible complaints it gave, for the soldier was already moving, on his way to his second target. There were two of them, however, and this presented a problem. The question the Kasuta had to ask himself - as his imbalanced, hurried sprint was threatened by the impending clone - was simply: Was it a threat? He had seen it formed, knew it was not truly the girl.

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"You sure know how to put on a show,"