The red headed girl was much more confident from the other night. Good, that was really good. Kuronotsurugi may not have seemed like the type to do this...but he had failed to tell one other detail to Hikari of what he'd done when affecting the girl with his Genjutsu. Of course, even if he had told her...no doubt the other would just think he was lying. His previous actions and attitude would seem that it was falsehood he was speaking.<br/><br/>And now, in the branches of the tree, the view of a bird, Kuronotsurugi's grip on the hilt of his sword tightens, his muscles clenching. Waiting, watching. Just what was going to happen. This whole scene drew him in, much like some sort of drama play would catch the attention of spectators, making them on edge and wonder what was going to take place? With his Sharingan, he could tell just what was going to happen...and it wasn't good.<br/><br/>"Right..." Sen's answer was short, as she pressed harder on the man's throat. "What'll it be? Your choice." The look on the man's eyes was almost patronizing, same with the words that followed. "Denied. You wouldn't dare. Your<span style="font-style: italic">Lord</span>Orochimaru, wouldn't let that hap-" Once again, he was cut through his words, this time they ended with a gurgling, choking sound, as Sen swiftly flicked her wrist, slicing his throat clean open, blood as red as her hair spurting from him.<br/><br/>The guards were shocked as the corpse fell to the ground, blood pooling out from his throat. "How dare you!" One of them yell, before they all merge upon the spot she was standing. However she does not move, instead, her concern was for Arashi. "Arashi, please step back. I'll handle them." Opening both fans now, a pale pinkish smoke spills from the holes in the yin and yang designs on the fans. Twirling much like a dancer would, the smoke forms a sort of cloak around her. Two of the six shinobi step back, clutching at their throats, suffocating on the poison that was contained in the smoke, before dropping dead as well.<br/><br/>For those that sensed the poison, from within the cloud she touches the tattoos on her arms, and several long senbon appear, laced and tipped with poison. "Poison needles, six point." They fly forward out of the cloud, piercing one of the shinobi straight in the eye, causing him to yell out in pain, before dropping as well. An instant later, a purplish cloud is seen. "Ninja Art: Poison Fog." It encases two of the last three, whom die. And the last, as he tried running, didn't get far. The golden ribbon at Sen's waist flies at him, the silver glint of a sharp blade could be seen, and the faint shimmer of a chakra thread connected to it. It pierces the back of the shinobi's head, killing the ninja instantly.<br/><br/>All this happened within a matter of minutes, and a few seconds pass before the cloud of mist dissipates. Sen looks to the carnage on the ground, a blank expression on her face. "Well, that's that then..." She mutters, before looking to Arashi, hoping he'd gotten out of the way, not wanting to have hit him with any poison gas. "Arashi...are you okay?"<br/><br/>From above, Kuronotsurugi was amazed by the adeptness of the girl. Something about the way she handled herself differently, and the way she fought reminded him of a file he'd seen in Konoha's Bingo Book. An A-rank missing Ninja from the Hidden Mist village, a female shinobi who has mastered the use of poison techniques. Well, whoever this red head was, she'd just killed six shinobi and the leader of the hidden grass village...