Battle of the Shadow Furries

Yori could hear steps, using her senses to listen for him but the powder burned. It too clouded her honed mind, making it too hard to sense someone skilled like Hairou. It'd be only too late when struck a most devious blow.

She felt the strike, attacking her crotch. If she was a man it'd have been far worse. Not being one it was still painful with only a soft cloth protecting what was between her thighs. She'd let out a cry, staggering to one knee.

The sound of meat colliding with his shin was audible throughout the forest and the reaction of her agony was good for him to stop for a while. He leaned his back on a tree gazing at the harmed vixen who's lower parts were damaged "Take your time"

He'll wait for her until she can recover just a bit, the tip of his muzzle smiling at her weird pose slightly arrogant about this outcome

Yori fell down on both knees ,her shapely rear visible well under the red loose cloth she wore, part of such bare fur visible. She didn't take too long however to stand back up, the powder still in her eyes causing them to water. She was in a bit of pain her vision blurry as she grit her teeth at him.

"This...this how you treat a lady?" pulling two fans out of her seemingly endless supply though in reality she had only one left, one in each hand "I'll have to teach you manners then."

"Lady or not I'll smash anyone to victory" Claimed the wolf shinobi while retracting his sharp blade form behind his back. Under the glowing of the moon is shined like a piece of jewel. Against a fragile weapon like a fan he hoped Yori would reconsider her choices.

Hairou took the arrow and bow stance with his free hand gesturing a common index and middle finger ninja symbol near his chest. His sword pointed at Yori's face "Come little fox. Let me see if the info I read about you were real or fake"

This was it, she had enough of this none sense for one evening. As she put one of the fans while the other went into a simple hand gesture mimicking his while bending forward. Her heavy chest swaying to and fro as she leaned in. A fiery blaze began to sweep around her before bursting forward, surrounded in a fiery flamed circle.This was the power of one of the most ancient of her families techniques, the reason they were named Takibi: Takibi Migoto Kitsune Kogeki, otherwise known as the "Fiery Beautiful Kistune Attack".

"You've lightded my fire, try not to get burned!" she says darting forward, the flash of metallic edges on the the fans as she took both back in proper grip. Bladed fans, deadly and fashionable, while maybe not as practical as a blade like Hairou's. Combine that with such a fiery flame around her as she came towards him it was dangerous.

His eyes were shining mostly from the fiery ball that was rushing for him hide. A smile showcasing his fangs were what met the vixen in response. "Now what's what I needed!" His blood rushed around his body as his fangs smiling for the vixen. That's what he desired. A battle to test their prowess to the limits.

"Garou no yaiba!" Or in English "Blade of the hungry wolf" was a secret technique from his school of ninja consisted about him creating illusions of his original self. They were 3 that separated from his body and stood near his sides, unsheathing their swords and charging Yori. The triple wolfs were closing the distance at the vixen raising their swords for the final slash to cross her body.

Yori's stinging eyes had made it difficult to see, so when her wolfy opponent suddenly became three it became far more a challenge for her. The fox kunochi would have to rely on the sense instead, going back to her years of training to attack the real opponent and not the clones she obviously presumed were not real. This would be it, the final attack.

So, Yori did not hesitate to unleash all that she had, her body almost engulfed in the flame of her powers. Bladed fans ready to strike Hairou and finish this contest once and for all, "Kitsune Subarashi Nensho!" she shout out, the Fox Spectacular Combustion attack.

The two shinobi's clashed at each other with a gleam of light emerging from the crash. But at the same time both sides were seeing standing at the opposite end of each other holding their poses. Hairou's doppelgangers were slowly disappearing as he retracted his sword to it's sheath. He stood for a few seconds not moving before turning around to meet her, a cocky smile on his face.

His outfit upper section suddenly bursted open showcasing a black bodysuit underneath it, the wolf man leaning on a tree to take a breather, painfully smiling. For a little girl this one packed quite the wallop he thought. He stood strong even after taking a visible slash across his chest......

Yori stood for a few moments, standing there as if waiting for something to happen after the two had met. She could hear the bursting of fabric, possibly signifying a hit as she held a fan out and open to the side. Had she really won this? There was not a scratch on her person as she turned to face him, looking at him leaning on a tree to prop him up and get some air.

The fox kunochi was about to say something witty when suddenly she felt a breeze travel where there should have been fabric. There was no blood, no pain, not a single marking upon her flesh. In fact she could tell rather easily that was the case when she looked down it appeared that the thin cloth material she wore had been cut right above her chest, dangerously close to her neck. Due to where it was the whole upper portion of her attire fell apart, Yori going wide eyed as her breasts were on full display to Hairou, arm shooting out to cover over them.

Hairou blushed, a small margin that is, from the meat bags dangling in front of him before it was hidden by the spooked vixen. Seems his strike was a little to close to her head than her chest area. Still, it was a nice view. His body wasn't hurt per se but a visible mark was starting to emerge from the cut to his chest, slightly growing reddish as he walked away from the tree. The injury was more annoying than painful at most but Hairou was too stubborn to quit

Hairou took another stance, front wide leg towards Yori, a hand knife pointing at her and an arm above his head. It felt like a samurai stance minus the sword. His muzzle opened wide exerting it's steam from his lungs. "You either fight.....Or give up....." He still wanted to win this match even if Yori was uncapable without her wardrobe malfunction.