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Master, who said he wasn't fond of physical fights, jumped up and took the initiative to attack her with his kunai. Yoka countered with her own weapon, her morphed hand reaching out to crush his throat at the same time.
He evaded the blow with reflexes an old man his age shouldn't have.
After a quick scuffle, she tied him up.
Only to realise Seventy-One had been diverting her attention this whole time. While her back was turned, Silenthawk had disappeared.
'Hah!' the bound shapeshifter spat from where he lay wheezing on the ground. 'Don't underestimate the weak, Soulshifter. That has always been your weakness.'
Yoka knocked him out with a decisive blow to the back of his neck and chased after the human shinobi.
She flashed past the guards to Master's dwelling like the wind, following the barely visible silhouette of Silenthawk in the distance.
He was headed for the barracks. Probably to warn Whitemoon and help him escape.
Seventy-One's mention of Whitemoon must have been a hidden command to Silenthawk.
She really did underestimate that cowardly shapeshifter. How annoying.
Yoka caught up to Silenthawk at the private courtyard for team leaders by throwing one of Maiko's shuriken and pinning the shinobi to the door.
The man looked up and met her unusual light-grey eyes with no fear in his own.
Was he pretending to be brave or was he truly unafraid?
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