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

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The Ginger beast's anger incessantly rose, as the clones had done nothing but add fuel to their funeral pyre she could only envision. Deformed tissue spread more and more across her concealed flesh, proportionally widening on her afflicted cheek. Had it not been for Kyoka's physical contact, the beast was going to be set loose onto the opposition. Her cousin was so tactile, and was almost uncomfortable sometimes. But the weight of the action did have an impact on the related Shinrikyo. Her tense body became unnaturally still, while the acid lover worked her magic.

It is uncertain whether Rumia would have truly halted her emerging rampage, but the doubt imposed in her mind via Kyoka's words stalled the monster long enough to allow a final gambit, and simply snag the scroll. And to think their resident swordsman was about to balance out the Heisenberg's approach with his own, 'outsider' remarks. He would receive a particularly menacing death-glare, before the odd flesh would revert back and restore Rumia to her former self. At this point, they'd warp back after the announcement of their victory from the Yamanaka proctor.

"[color=f26522]Tch. They made us walk da way down 'ere for this? Pussies.[/color]"

Arms crossed, Rumia scanned the tree-filled area they were ported to. Incults such as herself would have no idea as to what to expect from the forest of death, and like any reckless mongrel, she would willfully remain ignorant to the possible dangers. Very few things could scare this force of nature. Though, she would seem to always keep a watchful eye on her cousin, for it was quite obvious to even this numb-skill that she did not have the same durable nature as the ginger.

"[color=f26522]Sword fella'. What do we gotta do now? Let's leave m'lovely cousin a break from doin' all da thinkin' fer us.[/color]"

Her gaze directed itself toward Tashiro, eyes squinting. There was an aura of intimidation surrounding the lass, as if she were conferring a menial task to a rookie solider and expected the best of results at the risk of punishment. That and Hime wasn't going to come up with any plans.