Hinagiku
Once the signal had been given all the rats came running out of the woodwork, scattering like cockroaches. While the Sound Team had opted to flee, Hinagiku had other plans in mind. There was something mysterious afoot, but even more importantly, she'd need to do a bit of 'house cleaning', after all, it was unbefitting of a mother to let her adorable children play in such a pest-infested area.
Like moths to a flame, the rogues and scoundrels charged towards their inevitable destruction. A trio of rogues spearheaded the assault, moving in a simple but effective triangular formation. One man charging from the front, and on either flank a partner, to watch his sides. Not that it'd help them.
Licking her lips, Hina approached her foes, her pace a casual walk in contrast to the breakneck speed they charged her with. 'Let's wrap this up quickly.' As the distance between the two parties vanished, the rogue formation shifted, the two flanks extending so they could encircle their would-be victim. Hina had little to reaction to this change, there was a hint of reminiscence in her eyes, and she considered drawing her weapon, but in the end, chose not to. Instead, as her opponents armed themselves with kunai, she remained barehanded. 'It'll get the rust off my joints', she jokingly mused to herself as the first shinobi reached her, lunging with a swift and decisive stab.
Smiling lightly, she advanced by stepping into her opponent's range and both her hands moved, her right hand struck at the inside of the man's elbow joint, while her remaining left hand controlled the man's wrist. The strike to the joint was weak but quick, it was not focused on damage but instead aimed at the tendon in the arm. When an outstretched arm was struck at the joint, it would naturally bend to protect the tendons and ligaments. It was this slight moment of bending that she'd aimed for. Her right hand applied force at the man's wrist, and with his arm already bending by reflex, she met far less resistance than she would've otherwise.
The exchange only took a fraction of a second, and the man's eyes widened in terror as the kunai he'd intended for his opponent, was now redirected towards him. With his current momentum, it would only be a moment more before he impaled himself on his own weapon.
It couldn't be said that the man was without skill, for he immediately knew that he could not redirect his momentum fast enough to avoid this blow, but instead, he had to work his current momentum into the blow. By dodging at an angle opposite to his arm, he could avoid the worst of the damage and leave himself with but a graze. It would leave a nasty injury on his arm, but it would be much better than getting stabbed. Not like that would ever happen though, for Hina had controlled the entire exchange from start to finish. When she'd advanced by stepped into her opponent's range, her leg also served as the perfect buff and obstruction to prevent such a dodge. As the man tried to avoid the redirected blow, Hina's leg had trapped one of his own, rendering him effectively immobile. With a wet, schlick, the kunai sunk into flesh, slipping right between his ribs and puncturing internal organs, most notably, his lung.
As the man began to drown in a sea of his own blood, the last image he saw was a close up of Hinagiku's tender lips, soundlessly whispering in words only he could determine. 'Sleep well my dear~'
She threw the man to the side, a bloody froth at his lips as her gargled in blood. He was not dead, but he soon would be. Her eyes were smiling, as she addressed the remaining two rogues, who'd temporarily frozen in shock. "Well...who wants mother to tuck them in next?"
