[COMPLETE] Claws of a Traitor [MISSION]

The arid and raging desert was the only thing Jena could see for miles. Her feet dug deep into the treacherous sand as she rushed amidst a sandstorm, a shadowy figure running not so far up ahead. Her magenta eyes, although squinted, had a clear lock on the target, and even if the tiny golden pebbles swatted her eyelashes, she swore she would not lose him of her sight. Of course the wind was harsh and furious, lifting up tonnes and handfuls of sand as it roared by. The Missing plainly could not understand what foolish imbecile would choose to have a trip through Kaze no Kuni with such tempest, but then again the man was running away from her, and was attempting to escape an inevitable death in itself. This Tora was really provoking this whole situation since the beginning of it all.

Did he not guess that the Missing ninja would find out of his dirty work?
How stupid.

The gusts of rabid wind pushed the female's body with unexplainable force, and summed up with her weight stuck in the sand, the trek was as tedious as trekking a vertical wall. Far in the distance the moving Shinobi struggled against the climate as well, dragged a few feet back and then resuming his path. Wasn't he used to the sandstorms and that? He was a Sunagakure ninja after all. Little by little she gained up on him, his cloak and hat becoming more visible with each thrust of her legs. Closer now, just a tad more... Eh - ?! A hissing shrill and a flash of dull silver shocked Jena, making her flinch and dodge the incoming item. She wanted to glance back and confirm that that had been a shuriken, but soon it was lost in the rain of yellow. She narrowed her eyes, almost like slits, to the male im front. That's it, he's getting it.

Tora Datakura was patiently waiting for the Missing-Nin, doing with all his strength to stand against the mighty wind. Even if the Meiton girl was barely reaching him, he retrieved several shuriken in one hand and kunai in the other, pulling them into view and making them cut through the torrent. When she stopped making any effort to move forward, the traitor gave two swift swings of his arms and sent the weapons flying with unbelievable speed. She thought they would be thrown off path by the rampant wind, so as they came with great velocity, Jena did no other than brace her chest and primal vital spots with her arms. She had all the confidence in the world to tell that each one of those fucking shurikens and kunais hit somewhere on her body, the sharp-edged points penetrating the skin.

The female Shinobi had no time to break out of the multiple itchy pain, and the last thing she saw before being sent flying away was Tora running and jumping high into the hazy air, foot extended to her chest. Not only did the move knock the oxygen out of her lungs, but because of her rolling on the prickly sand she ended up half buried by it. The dense volume of the golden barrier was unwelcomed by the sensitivity of her skin, and as she was to raise from her position, a wasted sandal landed upon her jet-black hair and pushed her back down. Fortunately she had closed her lips tight before the impact. She had to breathe, however, and she tried to take in a microscopic amount of air when suddenly sand trailed into her nose. She coughed and sniffed, snorted even. Who in the devil's nine hells could live on such a shit of a place?!

Jena wanted to express her fury with a load of thought-out insults, but only got through with muffled muttering. "What's wrong, Missing~?" The man toyed with her, his voice dripping with blood-lust. "You should've known better than to come after me. I'll make sure you won't cause any more trouble. Not that you're one yet, mind you." That Tora had a big mouth and a small brain. Fumed already, and with her temper exploding out of its normal range, the girl used her free leg to kick the closest knee belonging to him, making him choke on the shout and step away. Free of the sand's grasp, she brushed her skin violently to remove the annoying pebbles sticking to her. Then, not wanting to leave him with another opening, she performed rapid hand seals to form a wind sphere on the palm of her right hand. "Wind Release: Spiralling Wind Ball."

The projectiles did not dissolve with the climate, and luckily landed head-on upon the opponent's shoulders and neck. She repeated the technique, infusing the spheres with shurikens inside to add damage. The Suna-Nin was growing tired of her, and so began to deflect the Jutsus with his quick feet and agile movements. He was adjusted to fight on this terrain, and hell he was trained for that. In that precise second, Tora clasped his hands together, murmuring, "Bunshin no Jutsu." If it were not for her attentive hearing, Jena would have thrown this opportunity to strike. Multiple clouds of smoke appeared on the clearing, blurring out view from anybody. Noticing the shadows forming inside them, the girl raised her left hand and slid the glove off it, revealing the Meiton symbol.

"Meiton: Fuuru Bunshin," she whispered low and contempt, feeling the chakra from the clones entering the lower diamond and surging in the upper one. Saying such words invoked the Genjutsu upon the betrayer's mind. Then, when the wisps and trails of smoke flew away, the only thing Tora was met with was his own clones. The Missing ninja was nowhere to be seen anymore. He frowned at the sincerely suspicious disappearance, glaring from bunshin to bunshin. He abruptly had this ticklish urge near his back, and that was when he heard, "You should have stayed inside Sunagakure, you imbecile." Jena, disguised as one of the clones, raked Yuugure's sharp blade diagonally across Tora's back, watching him arch in agony. The Bunshin no Jutsu vanished, and so did the female's smartsy counterattack.

"That's it. I'm done with you crawling and filthy pests!" Datakura snarled, noticeably hurt and angry. "You looking to get yourself killed, kiddo? Well, I shall know demonstrate my true weapon..." Those words rang for a while as his hands went inside his cloak and took out a pair of gleaming, polished and quite professional set of claws fittingly made for his hands. He sneered in joy as he equipped them, feeling around with his hands to get comfortable with them. "Now you'll feel true pain. I'll scratch a hundred marks upon your eyes and skin. I shall leave you scarred and let your corpse to rot out here. I will deliver my findings to Sunagakure, and you won't stop me. Ever!"

Jena spun around, and Tora ran. Yuugure jutted out from one of the girl's sides, and the twin claws dived down with the boy's accuracy. In a second, something snapped and slitted open. They could feel it so.

Mere centimeters in front of her magenta eyes, the eight silver claws touched her eyelashes, the tips pinching the skin. She felt warm drip down her spine, the humid atmosphere making the sticky sensation worse. The hot feeling snaked its way down her arm, and caressed her fingers and the hilt of the katana. Her eyes could only glance shakily below to notice the dark crimson liquid staining her hands. A cut-off and wheezy choke echoed in her ear, and Jena did not move when the arms of the opponent lifelessly fell at her sides, the corpse suspended by the blade drilled into its torso. She twirled once more, Yuugure easily sliding off of the victim and allowing him to drop on the sandy ground.

"You talked too much, and proved too less," the Missing-Nin swallowed, and peeked a hand into her hip pouch, retrieving complex-looking explosive tags. Not making eye-contact with the fatal wound, she positioned the papers upon Tora's face, chest, arms and legs. This way he would be nothing but ash, blown away by the golden storm. She stood up, turned around, and walked quietly away. Her hand instinctively formed the 'snake' seal, and in a blink of an eye, a loud thunder of a blast signalled the tags had successfully destroyed the body. With that done, Jena kept on, moving like a speck of grey on the beach of yellow and blue, not uttering a single word and staring at the floor.