[center][h2][color=deeppink]Ari Aria[/color][/h2][/center]

As the situation around the refinery died down, mainly due to large successes by the Kumo shinobi raiding the place, Ari relaxed out of her combat mode and began to laze around as soon as the teams gathered. She took a seat on the ground, sitting while the rest of the party remained standing to discuss what to do about the refinery they had just taken back. Ari couldn't care less what they came up with. If they were to destroy it then so be it. If they were to leave it then so be it. If anything she'd prefer the easiest option that required the least work on her end. But a unanimous vote was never reached before the three jounin were interrupted.

A Swordsman of the Mist. And he brought company. More Swordsmen. Ari remained seated as the first one rambled on about his comrades being impatient or something. She didn't really pay attention to exactly what he was saying so much as she was simply watching him to make sure he couldn't get off any surprise attacks. But soon a wave rolled into the compound, practically forcing Ari to get off her ass to avoid being soaked. But what brought the wave was worse news than the water itself. It was one of the other assholes, and he decided to greet everyone with an attack. Ari's position among the party put her at the very end of his swing, meaning everyone else dodged up until the point his blade reached her. But rather than dodge she decided to block it, raising her arm and flexing it to brace for impact. When her skin turned dark grey even the Kubikiribocho wasn't able to cut through it, instead halting with a resounding clang. But he quickly diverted his attention as Minaru attacked him personally, eventually distracting him and taking him aside to fight him alone.

A bold move, but Minaru didn't provide any further assistance with the first one with the exploding hammer sword nor the third one that arrived as he drove off the second. And this one had Samehada. The sharkskin blade was unmistakable. While Ari didn't pay a ton of attention to history there are some things that always stick out and you'd have to be stupid to not remember them. Things like previous Raikages, the Fourth Shinobi World War, the Akatsuki, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist... Her usual instinct to block attacks had to be temporarily overridden for this encounter. The older-looking fellow didn't seem like the toughest of foes but his blade alone was something Ari didn't want to touch. It would surely drain her chakra, leaving wherever her point of contact with it exposed and accordingly injured. Her Impervious Armor technique was useless against this blade, and for this reason The Wall decided to move out of the way.

Ari jumped backwards from the attack, dodging it with relative ease. But her calm and inexpressive demeanor didn't match up with how she was beginning to feel. A slight sense of panic and confusion lingered in her mind. She didn't know if she was equipped to handle a threat like this. If [i]anyone[/i] was equipped to handle this. Mathematically they had a major advantage but these enemies were on a different level than they are. Some of the others already were vocalizing their confusion and fear. Ari could understand how they were feeling because she sure felt the same way. But on the other hand she didn't think that she should sit around and wait for a command. It wasn't her life on the line but instead all of theirs. Against enemies far superior. Rather than sit and wait as she normally would she decided to take action.

The small, pink-haired girl locked on to the old man, Zitsgetsu Hozuki. Her bored expression didn't change but she shifted position, aiming her left shoulder towards him as she held both her hands out to her side as if she was wielding an invisible weapon. Liquid steel began to form in her hands, stretching out to meet and become one single object. It took all of a full second to form the solid steel battle-axe. The thing was practically as big as Ari, and surely weighed more than she did without her Impervious Armor, but she wielded it with seemingly no care in the world. She didn't wield it for long though, as she lifted it over her head and then hurled the heavy weapon at the Swordsman. It flew significantly slower than a shuriken would but the point was to force him to move. Nobody in their right mind would try to block something like that. Even if they caught the blunt end it would break bones and even most normal swords. Samehada was a strong blade but it was still only a blade, one that could feel no less. This man wouldn't block it but he'd see it as a real threat and dodge it. Hopefully. That was all Ari figured she could do to aid the situation right now: force the man to keep moving so as to prevent him from attacking. Before the first axe even made it to him she began to create a second one, already mentally prepared to continue a slow but steady barrage of heavy weapons to force the Hozuki to either stay back or move closer.