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[h2][b][color=orange]Shin Maru, Topaz[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

A fake surrender to catch the pirate woman off guard. But while Sentou put out all the works for the surprise attack, it seemed that she and Rin had other plans. They were still going to try to melt the ice rather than deal with the pirate girl. [color=orange][i]What should I do?[/i][/color] Shin wondered to himself briefly, before jumping through the smoke. He brought up his knee, in an attempt to kick the pirate girl and defeat her in one fell strike. But as he reappeared outside the smoke she was no longer there. [color=orange][i]Where'd she go?[/i][/color] As he landed on the ice and slid to a halt, Sentou called out for Rin to watch out. [color=orange][i]How did that woman get by so fast?[/i][/color]

The teenager turned around and jumped to the side of the smoke bombs, to gain a clear view of his two squadmates. [color=orange][i]Sentou said not to use jutsu, but I have to do something.[/i][/color] Shin clenched a fist. [color=orange][i]But I'm gonna have to ignore that.[/i][/color] Shin brought his hands together in front of his chest, forming the Ram handseal. From underneath the pirate woman orange crystal began rapidly forming, aiming to encase her completely in an almost flash-freeze like effect. [color=orange][b]"I've got this!"[/b][/color] Shin announced for the two girls, bringing his hands apart and holding them to his sides. The woman seemed oddly fast, but Shin was confident that his Jade Crystal Prison would stop her dead in her tracks.

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[h2][b][color=moccasin]Tsukiko Umene, Honeybadger[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

Rather than breaking her own arm instantly, Tsukiko paused to listen to Miyaka's further demands for the price Tsukiko had set. It was simple enough, using the paintball gun thing to shoot the kids a few (dozen) times. But her extra demand to write a good report for Daiki? [color=moccasin][b]"You want me to let that little shit off the hook?"[/b][/color] Tsukiko questioned, removing her grip on her left arm. [color=moccasin][b]"If I had my way he'd be strung up and made an example of..."[/b][/color] Though still fuming, she mentally agreed to the terms. But before Tsukiko could begrudgingly grab the rifle from Miyaka, Takeshi suddenly snatched it. Not only was he behaving oddly since Tsukiko knocked him out earlier, now he was being a complete fool.

[i][color=moccasin]Why do I have to deal with these people?[/color][/i] Tsukiko approached Takeshi from behind, placing a hand on his right shoulder. She didn't give any particularly tight squeeze, just simply gripped tight enough to turn him slightly so as to face her. [b][color=moccasin]"I think I hit you in the head a little too hard,"[/color][/b] Tsukiko commented, her voice completely lacking in sympathy. She put her other hand on the rifle Takeshi was holding, immediately before slamming her forehead into his. After delivering the headbutt it was much easier to pry the paintball gun from his grip, and it was easier to shove him aside while he was reeling from the blow. It wasn't enough to knock him out again, but more than enough to make him dizzy.

Wasting no time, Tsukiko hopped up onto the balcony railing and began leaning far over it. Using chakra in her feet she held on and defied gravity, allowing her the best view of the walking Daiki down the street. Having never used a weapon like this before, Tsukiko wasn't quite comfortable with holding it. She tucked the stock under her shoulder instead of against it, but she was clever enough to use the scope and align the crosshairs on the unfortunate redhead. [b][color=moccasin]"Alright, time for money,"[/color][/b] she said aloud before pulling the trigger as fast as she could. She was unaware of how many paintballs the thing had, but she was certainly able to fire them fast. Paintballs rained down on the teenager, probably surprising him with the stinging pain initially. After firing a salvo over the course of four seconds, Tsukiko stopped shooting and got back onto the balcony.

[b][color=moccasin]"Easy."[/color][/b] After casually shoving the weapon back towards Takeshi, Tsukiko walked up to Miyaka and stood before her. [b][color=moccasin]"If you aren't honest, just remember I don't need [i]either[/i] of my arms to ruin your life..."[/color][/b] Tsukiko warned, before grabbing her left forearm again with her right hand. After taking a deep breath and stretching her fingers in preparation, she gritted her teeth and went through with it. Simultaneously yanking her left forearm backwards against the elbow while using the strength of her left arm itself to swing inwards was enough to do the trick, albeit not [i]quite[/i] as quickly as Tsukiko would've hoped. A loud crack and then a snap and Tsukiko's left arm was hanging limp, broken at the elbow. She closed her eyes and mouth, squeezing the broken arm tightly as a pained groan escaped her throat. It sounded almost angry. After a few seconds of the pained growl did she open her eyes again, looking down to Miyaka with a different kind of fury. An adrenaline-fueled one. [b][color=moccasin]"Money... now..."[/color][/b] she demanded through gritted teeth. She still held onto the broken arm, waiting for the pain to die down before attempting to snap it back into a position closer to how it was supposed to be.