Quickening her pace into a speedy run, the ANBU adjusted her mask and thrust herself into the clearing.
She made no sound as she took in the sight of pure destruction. Although there were no bodies to account for, the blood that dyed the grass could easily identify for several dozen Shinobi, how many of them were dead, she could not tell.
The medic inside of her fidgeted, but she fought to control herself. Her Inner bashed several impulses with her exaggerated fists as the more dominant and physically present blinked. Her fingers twitched, the gloves had not been broken in, yet, and softly crinkled from the movement.
Masking her chakra, the ANBU female swiveled her gaze towards the edge of the glade, directly across from her. Focusing on the ninja with his back to her, she crouched lower. In the male's grasp was another Shinobi, and although he was gasping and clawing at the fingertips around his neck, she knew he was already long gone.
Just before she rushed forwards, the ANBU jumped to the left, her own kunai sailing in the direction of the one she had just dodged. The kage bunshin behind her exploded, signalling that its master had released its hold on it.
From behind her mask, she opened her mouth, but did not speak. Racing towards the one owner of the kage bunshin, the ANBU dodged several more kunai, before digging her own into the body of the male.
He erupted in her face.
Silently cursing herself for not recognizing it, she gripped the weapon in her left hand, the right slamming into the ground just below her.
The ground cracked and sputtered, exploding underneath and around her. As several trees crashed downwards, and the underbrush was forced into the sky, what she could only assume was another kage bunshin appeared behind her.
"Tsunade, I didn't expect you to come." Probing his chakra with her own, the ANBU female identified him as the one creating all of the distractions. She dismissed his words as he added, "And you've come dressed for the occasion."
The open space seemed a bit more closed in with the definite destruction everywhere. She could assume the damage ranged anywhere from two miles out, to five.
Slowly gathering herself to a standing position, the ANBU turned towards her opponent.
Uchiha Sasuke glared down at her.
The only sound she made in response was the sound of her charging at him with full speed. He hardly had to dodge, but not before one of her weapons scratched him.
Before he could thrust a weapon into her back, she swirled to face him.
They began to spar, him not wanting to dispose of her just yet. By the time he was ready, she had landed several chakra-encrusted kicks to his abdomen and solar plexus, and a shuriken had sunk into his thigh.
By then, several other Shinobi had arrived at this battlefield. Deeming the amount of ninjas as enough to watch their Hokage fall, Sasuke gripped his tanto in his left hand, waiting for the right time to strike.
She lunged at him once again, ignoring the weapon in his grasp. Just as she touched a chakra-laden fist to his neck, the tanto dug into her stomach.
The ANBU continued to fight, despite the fatal wound. Uchiha Sasuke gripped the weapon tighter, inching it upwards with desperate swipes to her body. Her chakra glowed brighter than the fading sunlight, but she did not use it to heal herself. The fighting female got several heavy hits in, before succumbing to her injuries.
With one last act, she ripped the shuriken from his leg, slicing it down his skin before taking it back into her grip. He screamed in pain, lifting the uninjured leg and kicking her to the ground.
As she bounced into the dirt, her ANBU cloak came loose, the hood falling from her head.
Sasuke opened his lips to notify the surrounding Shinobi of their dead Hokage, when a flash of pink descended upon the blood stained ground.
