Prologue
Pink, and white, and red is the whirlwind. Green eyes like LCD cycling through a lintry of actions. Spin and duck and shoot out your arm here and the force you gather behind it will shatter his pelvis ramming slivers of bone up into his kidney and intestines. Toxic shock and blood loss in less time then it takes to strangle a child. The green eyes rove cold as surgical steel. Pivot and lean back, bring up your leg to kick in his jaw breaking it into puzzle pieces and at the very least the pain will put him down never mind he won't be able to call out the jutsu. A thing you know from experience blood collecting in a ruined jaw courtesy of warped medicine. Fucking Kabuto.
Mechanical precision and there is one ambusher who waits because he knows none of his group is making it out of this alive, but he wants to take out at least one of the stupid fuckers at least one to make his death worthwhile. 'And how do you do that?', asks a smaller pink-haired girl. Funny the boy in the bushes wonders the same thing in the area below his conscious denial. He waits and one of his comrades runs a kamikaze run on the blond beast - the maniac that makes the Yellow Flash look like a bloodless saint. The dark one whose eyes aren't quite right appears to be trying to interfere. "Sasuke, Naruto!" Now, while the soulless green has softened into something that might be killed.
'Spin, aim, punch.' A force like tectonics unstoppable, unimaginable slamming into his head breaking the robin's egg fragile bone. Bone shards into a moss of quivering electronically jelly cutting off the impulses that scream. 'I don't want to die.' Still he gets her to a glancing butterflies' kiss across the temple and together the eyes dilute blown-wide and sightless. "Sakura!" Slow-motion collapse as blurs like giants run toward her. Orange and black and blue. Red like a sky clouding her vision.
Sakura!" Sasuke looks up from his latest kill a man barely young enough to be his brother and watches as his comrade collapses. 'Shit. Stupid girl.' Moving with an effortless speed he arrives to catch her damning himself once again for never bothering with healing techniques - although, he is an Avenger. Behind him, around him Naruto is renting those remaining into many bloody little pieces. "Good for him", it'll be up to Kakashi - bakayaro to save one for interrogation. After all they'll need to know who to go after in order to avenge Sakura. Oblivion stares up at him ringed by the barest hint of green. He doubts she'll live.
End Prologue