As Chiraru scanned behind her for her team, waiting for them to catch up...a mist descended.<br/><br/>Thick, cloying, and almost definately suspicious, it fell within a minute and reduced all visibility to immediately in front of one's face.<br/><br/>As the blue-haired kunoichi and no doubt her comrades looked about in confusion, murderous little<em>whirrings</em>became audible, the menacing and unmistakable (to a ninja, at least) sound of shuriken being thrown nearby. Yelps were audible, but to Chiraru, it wasn't clear whether they were shouts of pain or battlecries, warnings, threats...all that was sure was that Vision was under some form of attack.