Thread: Conjunction of the Realms ( Sausage-Sama & ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas leapt from tree to tree, while his ally and friend ran along the ground, the energy manipulator thought for a minute, I've heard the target can split boulders with her punches, and neither of her students are weaker. But Orcs on top of what the intelligence suggests? Apparently the Ninjas from the water village are Master of assassination. Follow my lead and be ready. Tsunade Senju wondered if this was how her uncle felt years ago, when he'd ordered his students to leave him behind and made his final stand against a Mist assassination squad. The thought made fire burn in her gut, or maybe that was hunger, or chakra exhaustion. It was impossible to tell for sure. The last Senju however, as much as she hated to admit it wasn't her uncle. She didn't want to die, not yet. Unfortunately her foot slipped and she was forced to kick off the branch hard with her right leg, shattering the wood she realized she might not have a choice. The battle hadn't been going badly, but 50 teams of Mist Anbu had snuck around the battle somehow. They'd attacked the medical pavilion. The medics, Tsunade, and her two students had managed to buy them time to escape. Unfortunately that had lead to a running battle. It didn't help that the entire valley was covered in fog naturally, and the Mist Bastards kept it super thick. Only her decades of experience allowed the Kunoichi to turn and do a backwards low bend that would make a stripper envious. Throwing her left foot straight out she threw a right at the foolish anbu who'd gotten too close to her killer strength. Her fist passed right through the enemy as she swore, a clone, the burning she felt made her want to curse at herself. A clone attack to present an opening, she was in the perfectly wrong position to block the blade her surgeon's eye could already tell was going to pass through her heart. Even without that the acid clone she'd smashed was burning her skin something fierce. Suddenly three crimson spears seemed to spring from the Mist bastard's eyes and mouth. They resembled Javelins but of pure solid energy. The now presumably very dead mist ninja's momentum carried him forward. A man suddenly appeared, kicking the corpse aside. He wore a strange outfit , black steel toed combat boots, black pants and a black shirt, but with a red symbol on the shirt, as well as a sash and gloves that were blood red. A golden amulet acted as a belt buckle, and a strange blade hung at his side. What happened next, and the exact order it occurred in was a bit hard to peace together, but the man pulsed his chakra in a specific was. A way all Senior Jounin were taught to identify. In essence a way to know for sure the person with you more less likely to stab you in the back. The man thrust his palm forward saying, Get to the trees! Got a plan! The blond jounin ducked as a green orb shot from his hand, nailing a poor Mist bastard who'd though she was open in the face in the face. From the screams of the mist ninja the green energy wasn't meant to just cause pain like the acid clone did. The blond couldn't keep the almost feral smile off of her face. She sent half a dozen chakra pulses to her girls, and downed her last chakra pill, pushing forward past the mercenary. In their exhausted state it was just enough to bump from Gennin speed to Chunnin, but it still allowed them to move faster. As they passed through a clearing, the man back flipped down, landing on his legs, he spread his arms, waiting, waiting, the exhausted and angry Mist Squad pushed forward. Determined to catch their target. Only suddenly they weren't moving right. Their limbs were slower, heavier, one realized what was going on, but a black hand of shadow had him tightly. The mercenary's grin was feral as a circle and symbol of blood red energy became visible where he'd spread his arms out. He smirked as he said, Gotcha bastards. Shadow Animation spell success. The healer Sannin smiled, That's great, but how long can you hold them? The blond haired, and blue eyed merc shrugged, An hour if I got lucky, but their's still the risk of more of the war band showing up. No, better to deal with these bastards quickly. Luckily I have someone who'se very capable. Thomas slid a special whistle into his mouth and blew it, then spit it away. The whistle would act as a summoning beacon and summon Prem. The horse Lord wasn't exactly a master of stealth, and jumping from tree to tree would have just worn down the man. Better to let him rest and cover the signs of combat as best he could, then summon him when he had the target all arranged. As the glow of the summoning spell faded he said, Ok Horse Lord, t-time to earn your cut. Or should it be their cut?