Acrobat
"Confuse the enemy with quick moves, then attack with dead-aim, like an acrobat."
She darted over the battleground, striking quickly- always kill with a single move, if you can - and then leaping away find her next opponent. This was what she'd been trained to do; what she'd been raised to do. As a ninja of Mizuho, she must be willing to do everything and anything her chief required of her.
But as the bodies dropped around her and her allies disposed of the rest, her gaze turned to her old target: the one person she had failed to kill. The target smiled softly; tilted her head in a silent inquiry to see if she was hurt.
And some orders, she had learned, were truly better off not completed.