Chakra almost depleted, enemies seemed to be never-ending and the only thing that could be done at that point was get captured or die with honor. She, of course, chose the latter, opening The Eight Gates as she felt her lifespan fading away like dust in the wind. Amber eyes turned into milky whites as her dark skin powered up with new-found energy. Platinum blond curls that barely reached her shoulders were now tainted with the blood of her former assailants. The golden chain with blue gems that went from her left nostril to her left earlobe dripped her blood, giving it a certain shine to it. As she felt the neck of her current attacker snap like a fragile twig under the pressure of her kick, she couldn't help but remember how she got there.
She had prepared herself to fight until the very end, protecting the secrets she held. Although that didn't stop her from finding her situation ironic; behind the last one to enter the Akatsuki and now here she was at the brink of death. She smiled, recalling all her missions as she stabbed someone in the eye with her kunai.
Sharp pain on the left side of her abdomen made her gasp. Her end was near, she could sense it. A single phrase replayed in her mind. The one that started her journey after being shunned away for many years.
"Welcome to the Akatsuki, Scavenger of the North."