The battlefield suddenly shifted, and after a brief storm of action...was silent.<br/><br/>Suicide and his clones had torn apart one of the wooden men, Kuroda's magnetism storm had blasted apart three already badly damaged tree drones, Kyo with his chakra-infused blade had managed to land a few key hits on another, and the other genin had managed to rally around and fend off their attackers.<br/><br/>This, coupled with Seiyuri's noting of their apparant controller, was evidently enough for whatever mind was controlling the drones. Those that weren't already in little bits and chips on the forest floor, froze, as if the life had been sucked out of them. All animation and life fled from the wooden creatures, returning to stump-like entities once more, indistinguishable from the rest of the forest, completely still and, well, dead.<br/><br/>As quiet descended upon the clearing, the only sound that could be heard was the whimpers from the wounded purple-shift wearing girl whom Kyo had so bravely rescued single-handedly, and Seiyuri had performed vital medical action on. Her bleeding had stemmed, her bruises looked far less severe, the pain had gone from her troubled eyes. She groaned a little as she began to take in her surroundings, lifted from her haze of pain. She had dark, long hair, deep brown eyes, and had pale skin. Her purple shift was torn in several places, and Seiyuri's bandages were well visible. As she came around, she whispered to the nearest friendly looking face (that was either Seiyuri or Kyo or both)..."What happened...thank you...who..." Before taking deep breaths again. Her eyes flickered.<br/><br/>A couple of other genin had received bad scythe-wounds from the wooden men, and there was one genin who definately wouldn't be getting up again...<br/><br/>Fuu made her grief known to the group as she stood over the body of her little brother, Niikon.<br/><br/>She wailed in anger, desparation and sadness as the younger Orikama sibling's glazed eyes gazed lifelessly up into the sky. Dropping to her knees, her own minor injuries forgotten, Fuu clutched Niikon to her, his limbs shifting obscenely with dead weight. She shuddered, and began to curse angrily.<br/><br/>"Bastards...Mad Hermit...Green Shadow...bastardsbastardsbastards...I'll kill them...I'll kill them all..." Whipping her head up, Fuu's normally black eyes fixed wildly on the group of other genin. "Where were you?! We needed help..." Fuu broke back down into silent sobs once more. The other genin looked awkwardly to the ground, one looked to Kyo, another to the med-nin, Seiyuri, although it was hard to tell if those were looks of accusation or a silent plea for backup.