[center][h2][color=f26522]Rumia Shinrikyo[/color][/h2]

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They did not budge. Not even with Rumia's stiff, almost taunting march toward the prize. The tension brought by this showdown she had imposed on the manifestations was only broken by Kyoka's sudden tactile initiative. Unflinching, but brought to a halt, the Shinrikyo was certainly surprised by acid girl's approach. Peering upwards diagonally, the ginger seemed slightly irritated with the excess baggage imposed on her back, though it would not be all that impactful on performances, given Rumia's talent. The groping was something to be expected with this lass at this point. No staggering there.

"[color=f26522]Almost forget ya' have that fancy lil' power there. I'm sure y'forget about it on purpose sometime, amirite?"[/color]"

A menacing chuckle.

But as Rumia noted both the inactivity of the clones, and Kyoka's suggestion that they could maybe just go with the same, pacifist method as before, the ice fairy revealed her ace. Charging in with explosives a galore, the Hokage clones would immediately take action, with speeds the brawler could barely even keep up with. They were both before her, with Kyoka still piggy-backed. Orange eyes widened as the inevitable assault would come to be.

"[color=f26522]Fu- ...[/color]"

As a reflex Rumia's abdominal muscles tensed with a clear, core assault taking place. Hollow Shell would form as the muscles contracted, and her posture slightly modified before the inevitable occurred. But that wasn't all she was paying attention too. Only one arm rose defensively, the other reached to clench Kyoka's wrist, as the impact was imminent. Propelled backwards, the rednecks would barely be able to resist the blast of air pressure. Rumia took the bulk of it in her enhanced defenses, and thus sponge the attack, and leaving Kyoka intact for the most part.

Her hand that rose defensively, would instinctively drop down, and reach for the floor. A slightly futile effort given the amount of momentum her core was submitted to, but it allowed her upper body to bend over somewhat. Bursting out of her legs and elbow would be chakra cannons, all of which firing a burst of pure chakra. Smashing against the wall would be avoided, for Rumia had indeed mastering her unique fighting style involving short, precise bursts of said cannons on her limbs.

"[color=f26522]These fuckers ...[/color]"

With a rude spit of blood directed at the floor beneath her, Rumia would release Kyoka from her safety grip, and fix her posture. Orange pupils now oriented toward the pacified Hokage Clones, the scowl on her visage made her bloodlust quite clear. The flesh on her left cheek slowly discolored itself into an ugly beige with the sclerae of the nearest eye adopting a pitch black coloring.

"[color=f26522]Cheap pieces of shit. I'm goin' to tear 'em apart cuz. No one fuckin' sucker punches me, or m'fam.[/color]"

The cannons on her back and limbs flared, as she prepared to assault. One could still stop her, for she would only let her frustrations accumulate until her form would be revolting enough to be appropriate for a carnage.