Fourteen
Sakura found herself backed up against a tree, fending off a Kirigakure ninja with a kunai. Her arm was bending too far back, and she was having trouble keeping her weapon held against the girl's sword. She could hear the clashing sounds of metal against metal.
The girl she was fighting was perhaps in her early twenties with light brown skin and shining, crescent eyes that glowed the prettiest shade of hazel. She was an inch or two shorter than Sakura herself, with a lovely curvacious build, but with her strength and attitude she seemed to stand taller than anyone Sakura had ever seen. If Sakura had heard the man that Kiba was currently trying to defend himself against correctly, the girl's name was Lisa.
Unlike Lisa the man that went after Kiba wasn't quite so serious as he fought. He smiled, cheered and shouted joyously almost every moment he had the chance to. His eyes were soft, gentle and three shades a darker brown than his windblown medium brown hair. He was tall, lean, and wearing a grey vest that matched Lisa's.
"This is so fun! You guys are so fun!" His voice although deep and rocky always sounded so childish when he spoke to Sakura's ears, yet she did think he looked older than both her or Kiba.
Lisa took a seconds worth of her attention off of her fight with Sakua to look over at her partner and criticize him, "Akira! Quit being so immature about things!"
Lisa had only glanced away for a moment, but that amount of time had been just enough for Sakura to make some headway. She pulled back from Lisa in a rush and continued to dash back until she had her chalkra properly focused. Once she knew that her power was buzzing in her legs and feet she sprang forwards and swung at Lisa with the greatest force one of her kicks could have.
Lisa cried out as she was sent flying into the air. The cherry clips in her black as crow's wings hair, detached and went soaring, resulting in her hair flailing wildly around her head. Her bangs fell over her eyes, and for a moment her face was hidden under silky strands. Lisa only had a second to to build herself a water bed to soften the blow to the ground, and by use of a jutsu Sakura didn't quite catch the name of, she saved herself the mess of a serious injury.
Sakura had noticed that Lisa had only been able to soften the blow from the ground. Her back hadn't been protected whatsoever from the collision with the rocks and logs she'd been sent against. It wasn't quite the impact she was hoping for, but she knew she had made way with a bit of pain, and that was good enough for her.
Feeling like she could finish Lisa off, Sakura reached into the blue weapon sleeve that was fastened around the bandage on her right thigh, and pulled out two kunai, dipped in poison from one of her battles long ago. She sprinted for Lisa, ready to dig the weapons into the woman's flesh.
"Sakura look out!"
Sakura snapped her head to the side to where Kiba was shouting and waving his arms around wildly. He was struggling, with his hands gripped tightly around Akira's neck, though the man made no sign of having trouble with Kiba's efforts. Sakura wasn't quite sure what Kiba was attempting by wrestling with the man, not until he came running at her.
"Anyone that hurts her dies!"
That's when Akira smashed his fists together, and all hell broke loose. Lightning charged not only from his hands, but around his entire body. His muscles grew by the second, and the colour of his peachy skin was instantly obscured by the flashes of yellow light that fell over him. He made a load of noise as the lightning force became larger.
Sakura watched, with wide eyes as Akira's vest was ripped from the widening of his limbs. His shirt began to tear, and just about as his shorts started to rip, he smashed his fists upon the ground, screamed, and everything began to crash.
An intense and blinding bubble of yellow light was the last thing Sakura remembered before it went black.