Blood dripped from her fingers, from her hair. Her once pink locks were a dark red turning black. The smell, it was...overpowering, dark and dank. Death, it was death. She stood tall for her short stature, the face of the wolverine on her porcelain mask, also splattered with blood.
"Why do you make such a damn mess?" The mask of a hawk beside her whined.
"Because I look damn good in red." She said. "We're done here, burn the bodies, burn it all."
"That wasn't part of the mission." A mask of an otter said from her other side.
"It is now." She said walking away.
The otter anbu started to walk after her but the other stopped him, "You don't want to do that, she will rip you to shreds. There is a reason we always come back alive. It's her. You may not like how she does things, but she is still alive and so are we. She deserves our respect."
"How can you respect someone like that, she is insane." Otter face said
"Let it go, or I will kill you myself." Hawk pulled a kunai out
"Easy boys, no more blood tonight, a bottle and a man is calling my name, let's go." and she disappeared as quickly as she appeared.