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

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[@Pirouette][@Syn][@Seraphicide][@Spanner][@Odin]

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Contact. That was almost unexpected, given the caliber of the enemy. But seizing the opportunity allowed Rumia to reap the fruits of risk taking, and damage the menace. He bled, with the blade on her forearm decorated by the secreted crimson from his flesh. Just as she would go for a follow-up, relentless assault, the giant seemed to create just enough distance to counter. What he would do exactly would be anyone's guess at this point, but the beast would remained hard focused on him. To the point where the buffer bubble and acid rain would almost go unnoticed to the wild Shinrikyo.

It was true, she couldn't tell what was coming. His hand movement indicated a form of assault, and her waving tail waiting for such an exposure to perhaps claim the presented limb. It'd halt, as if prepared to descend like guillotine and deliver the sentence imposed by the mutated monstrosity. But, as much of a wild creature Rumia tended to be in combat, her revolting symbiosis with the world around that, the nature that overfed her endlessly, would allow her to pick up on anomalies. Similar to sensors, though efficient mostly in closer quarters and to find big chakra boxes like Sano. The movement of chakra in the air, forming a distinct congregation of power in one area, would give away the nature of the assault.

Instead of slicing down on the forearm, which would be just a few centimeters more but the distance would be vital to proper reaction, she'd lower onto the gap between Sano's palm and her targeted being. The thick member she had spawned would serve as an improvised defense mechanism while her active arms would cross before her being, in the hopes to limit the impact of the Hozuki's attack.

"[color=f26522]Shit.[/color]"

The blast of pressure would most certainly be felt. The flesh of the tail taking the bulk of it, while the uncovered edges of her body would have to take an L here. Her body was propelled nonetheless, with the immense pressure on her tail dragged it backwards and crashed onto her crossed arms. It wouldn't help that her hips and small portions of her forearms were hit due to the tail's lack of girth. Nonetheless, most of the damage was sponged, coupled with her superhuman strength, it would not be a very big deal breaker. But the current problem would be to stop the momentum she had been imposed on her body.

With her massive might, her slightly damaged arms would attempt to shove her ragdoll'd tail to the side, the base of the member adding to the collective effort. It wouldn't be too hard, but by then she'd have accumulated at least thirty meters of distance. Once the tail moved aside to crash downwards to lose the momentum it had sponged, the lass would crouch down, mutated hand digging into the earth in order to forcibly halt anymore unwanted progression. Fourty meters away, Rumia had stopped, with her tail rising, clearly damage, and her limbs seemingly unharmed despite the residue they took. One could notice a slight emission of steam coming from her lower core, arms and mostly the tail, as they quickly regained their initial shape.

With a crack of her neck and a ball of red spit to the nearby grass, Rumia stood straight once more. Tail swaying, though not as swiftly as before, as she fixated the newcomer, Sakana.

"[color=f26522]Trash girl? Pig fuckin' leaf faggots be ruinin' the fun? Figures. The fish is mine, thinkin' he can shit around them bigger fish.[/color]"

Aggressive and with an accent as thick as ever, it did not seem like Sakana's presence was the most appreciated. Though no contestation would be made with the trapping of the Shark. Acid abilities were apparently blocked, but the man that had fused with that odd sword was supposedly trapped.

But obviously, this wouldn't last. The subterranean voyage ability was useful, but certainly not subtle. One did not need sensory to notice it, though Rumia did have it as a backup. It wouldn't be hard to see his trajectory, his target. Kyoka was Sano's next target, and the cousin wasn't going to have any of that. The recovered tail's jagged end would seem to prolapse into a cannon with a similar ball of energy as the big blast had forming on the tip. When Sano would poke his head to attempt to attack the Heisenberg, he'd be greeted with a blast of energy right at the face, thinner than the complete jutsu but most subtle in the process. A blast that, while it'd hurt, wouldn't serve to actually damage, but to propel the abomination away, dragging it with the beam. With his samehada fusion it would likely not be all that efficient, but certainly enough to keep him at bay until Kyoka could create distance.

Oh yes, and of course, absorbing natural energy in his fused state would likely not be the best of experiences. In any case, with the cannon fired, Rumia would once again prepare to propel herself toward Sano, and get him for herself.