Kegawa stopped quickly and hunkered down when he felt Akigo's hand on his shoulder, and sent a thought to Haiiromaru, who followed suit. Controlling his breathing to remain silent, he flicked his gaze to the direction Akigo pointed. He scowled slightly at how much the chakra-laden mist had fouled up his tracking; twenty degrees off was life or death, as this situation illustrated pointedly. He nodded in understanding when the Jonin signaled the number of enemies, which he confirmed by scent and tapped his nose in agreement.<br/><br/>Spotting the injured Kunoichi, Kegawa felt at least slightly better knowing that a significant amount of the blood he smelled would not be his concern. Reluctantly he took the tablet with his nose wrinkled, “Ugh, even unbroken this thing reeks...” He stowed it in a vest pocket and brushed his hand off on his pants. “Ok, I say we chuck smoke bombs and blast right into them...” Haiiromaru growled at him and Kegawa shut his eyes for a moment with a sigh of resignation. “But what what's your idea, Taichou?”