"Hold fire."
"Yes, sir." 

Nagato laxed his arms and lowered his Mist Bow. He was... quite, quite far away, in a position where he could see them, but they couldn't see him unless they knew where he was. His shoulder was pretty darn busted after getting merely nicked by Masako's fireball. Her Flames were like an explosion from a grenade. Sure, they might not be as [i]hot[/i] as other Flames of that caliber, but they had some damn [i]force[/i] behind them. He put his hand to the burnt patch of cloak and massaged his fractured shoulder. He turned to the indigo-haired toddler behind him calling the shots and finally began to let himself fume. 

"You bastard. You lied about her abilities."
"Did I now?"
"You said that she wouldn't be able to fight with her Flames!"
"I said nothing of the sort. In fact, I recall saying, 'she shouldn't be able to put her Flames to use at the current period of her training'."
"That's the same goddamn thing!"
"No, 12:00PM in Italy is not 12:00PM in Japan. I merely failed to inform you that by 'current period of her training' meant the sleeping portion."
"..."

Needless to say, Nagato was screaming internally as the Cloud Arcobaleno laughed.
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"This... some kin..d... of joke?" Masako laughed dryly as she just stared up Humaru's hand, "th-thanks... but no th...anks..." She would've handwaved him away, but given her current condition, she just added some extra 'scoff' into her words, "I can get up... pER...fectly... fine..." She said, emphasizing the 'ER' with a rather loud grunt as she pushed herself up onto the ground.