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(*Tasuki, Mizura scoffed at the notion. Surely, they were going to have to do better. The clones remained, but Mizura's strategy is altered. The moment she begins her seals, The Tasuki responds with one of her own - Just one.

In the blink of an eye, she's gone - transported across the scene and at their flank..
A smirk graces her lips and Mizura displays a honed sense of athleticism and technique. The woman's leg contorts into a powerful kick, aimed at the side of her ribs..

If the webbing did go off, they would simply pass through the clones - as if they weren't there to begin with.*)
(*Kuro, Miboujin widens her gaze as she is quite forcibly struck by the flickering kunoichi. Her arms quite instinctively move as the force of the kick lands, hands reaching to establish contact with her skin on her attacking limb before she is sent ragdolling away by the force of the kick.

And the moment contact is established? Mizura will find herself being pulled along with Miboujin for the ride that the powerful kick would send Miboujin through. Contact was all it took for the Jounin to be quite literally glued against Miboujin's form.

A firm grip tightens around the womans attacking limb in order to further prevent her escape from the sticky situation she would find herself in. Her skin would serve as superglue, and her strength would serve to further prevent the escape of the woman. *)
(* They were both flying. In fact, it's weird to be rag-dolled away by her own force - It's an awkward sensation. However, Mizura had exceptional strength, and a second limb. The other foot comes for her face, one that aimed to break her free of both her grip and the sticky substance that bound her - not to mention she was trying to cause a great deal of pain..

But, that's far from a finish. The woman's hands are quick on the move, contorting a leveled platform for her to bounce back on, should she break free.
    As for Muon's attack, the two are probably jetted a fair distance away from their original position. The clones she had were gone as well.

(Tasuki, Mizura)*)
Kuro, Miboujin whispers faintly.
(*Kuro, Miboujin shifts her head toward the side as a fist simultaneously moves to intercept the attacking limb off toward the side. She'd felt the force of her kicks once before, and was not eager to get a taste of it in the -face-.

A hand goes to seize a hold of her attacking limb at the ankle, to grip a firm hold of it. A fist moves in a fluid motion to strike at the side of the knee of her striking joint, whilst a third fist aims to simultaneously hold onto the limb she initially used for kicking, as she's not directly attempting to pull it out of her grasp.

Hands manouver together, weaving through a string of handseals before winds condense and compress in front of her current location. She releases blades of wind toward woman, on the chance she'd been adequately caught, the intent to deliver deep lacerations to both her legs and torso.

Her final vacant hand at the same time pulls her polearm from her back, aiming to send it stabbing into her midsection for good measure once the winds had died down.*)
Suzume says: you're fucking with me
(*Tasuki, Mizura 's eyes are keen. For her, she see's it all. The moment the technique could no longer bind her, Mizura's hands are already lifted into a seal. The woman's fast, utterly and masterfully so... And just as her grip goes forward, Mizura's entire presence is gone. It's like grabbing at a ghost. A phantom in the mist.. As for Muon? - His efforts feel wasted. He ran all the way there, just for her to slip from his presence, even if he could see it - he still has to turn in act.. And that's when the second comes. Mizura's flashing once more, doubling up on the technique as she retreated from the area..

Shinobi were coming from all direction, but her entrance had been cleared - considering no one was there to begin with.*)