Battle of the Shadow Furries

"How?" she spoke as she couldn't believe that only the fabric could have been cut by his blade and that he had gotten soo close to ending her life and yet there she still was. There was also Hairou, a man she didn't even have his name coming at her with his hand aimed to strike her once again like an ancient samurai.

She wasn't going to give up, no way, even if her attire was now only really covering her lower extremities from view as she waited for him to get closer. Once he was close enough she would let go of her exposed breasts, bouncing around freely, as she took her hands to form a dragon hand seal and then a tiger as another burst of flames centered around her, hoping to catch him off guard.

He was starting to sweat under his grey furred head from this technique of that swiped the cool breezy air of the night forest with a hazy gust of flames puffing his body. He could use one of those mouth flame thrower art he learned as a kid but that would be like a kid play against such a swirling blaze.

And she isn't fazed by her new appearance which might give him a harder time than he expected. For a minute he thought this was gonna be an easy win but not anymore. A step was made, and another, and another, closing the distance until he could sense his fur drying "I see your a one trick pony" Smiled nervously from the heat.

"If it works it works," she says before starting to throw two of her fans at him. Using this technique engulfed the fans in flame so as they hurtled towards Hairou they were utterly a blaze. Flaming bladed fans that cut through the wind like a discuss and their target a certain wolf that was pushing to move ever closer to her.

Yori was down to one last fan left now and still it seemed that her opponent had all the zeal and gusto to go straight for her still even while surrounded in flames that would normally deter even the most willed of opponents. Who was this strange shinobi anyway?

The blades rushed for his as always, Yori probably likes stabbing her foes with these little utensils. They were bugging him gradually as they were keeping him from getting ever closer to his target. But with a swift slice of his back sword the burning objects were flung away, sheathing his sword once again "Pity tricks all the same. Let me show you how a real shinobi fights"

His paw reached for his belt taking what looked like a pair of small brown orbs, 3 exactly. Each stuck between his fingers skillfully and showing them to Yori. If she's worth her salt she would know what they were, smacking them into the ground exploding in a large smokescreen that covered his location and almost reaching her.

Yori would know exactly what those were, smoke bombs. Now that smoke surrounded them she was a sitting duck with her flames, creating an easy target for him to see all the while obscuring the fox vixen from being able to see him in turn. She was forced to end the flame wall around her, making sure to breath through her nose instead of her mouth as the smoke bomb could impair breathing if one wasn't careful or wore a mask like she did.

There was only one fan left, pulling it out from the hidden spot at her hip as quick as she could. This unlike the other two before was not bladed and so for all appearances was just a normal fan. It was all she had left and so braced herself for what was to come.

The smoke was used to deter his foes from the his real location. Sometimes imbedded with a sleeping agent or even poison it would be another story itself but not this time. Hairou used brute force and skills to finish his opponents even if said skills were unorthodox in many terms. If she kept her flame circle then approaching her would be out of the question, thanking god she opted on extinguishing it and making his job more easier.

The smokescreen were still fresh but the vixen could fell something off and literally by the skin. It was furred, soft, hard, and clamped right around her free soft spheres squashing them tightly and making sure they won't escape. The taller male was standing behind her gazing down at the trapped Yori "......Gotcha" grinning from his successful attempt.

It was already too late to track him down as she felt something upon her softly furred breasts. A look of terror upon her face as it was rather clear that it was his hands around them. He was right behind her, squishing her chest with his firm hands in a position that meant he had near full control of whatever he wanted to do. The fox kunochi was near trembling in fear at this point, doing her best to hold firm to the fan, the last fan she had left in her hands.

"No...no way..." she stuttered out, looking nervously behind her as he stood against her back. It had to be a joke, a sick trick as she held back a moan as he squished her breasts in his palms.

He gave them a mellow feel out of curiosity thinking how tender they were even if they looked heavy at first glance. The fan on her hand was ignored seeing it as just a fanning item when you got heated. Maybe it would be useful if she wanted to make some BBQ. For a kunoichi a hidden blade would be more useful, sighing from his choice of a companion.

"Time to brace yourself little fox. For this well test your endurance to the max" Said the blue shinobi before uttering one of his ultimate techniques "IZUNA DROP!" And with it before were seeing flying vertically above the cloud of smoke. Her soft breasts were still grabbed onto as a leverage and a mean for halting her escape. The moon was shining into their furry bodies that slowly tilted backward upside down. Hairou was rotating both of them in high speed with the point of impact being....Well, he'll leave her to think what's it gonna be.

The two would go up and eventually come straight down to the ground, spinning before impact as the fox woman was helpless to do anything about it. The landing hit hard, Yori landing right near the back of the neck and shoulders, pain going through her body as she let out, "Guh!!" a sound that escaped her as she went limp, unable to move her body.

The smoke would clear once the impact landed, the concrete even cracking somewhat from the landing. Yori was down and unable to fight back, laying there in the ground as the dust settled, no match for the wolf shinobi in the end.

Hairou hopped on his tow feet taking a deep breather from a masterful technique that went well. He rubbed his furry head before turning around to gaze at the unconscious vixen who took the brunt of the damage full on.

The moonlight shone on her moveless body who looked as if she was sleeping all this time. Her ninpo tricks were marvelous thought the wolf, albeit, needed a bit refining. He wondered what would happen if she utilized her full potentiality but that would be for another time. But for now, Yori's body was lifted on Hairou's shoulder leaving not desiring to leave her in this dark forest road all by herself.

He glanced at the charming white moon for a bit to sooth his mind of this battle before hopping from one tree branch to the other with the vixen towards his home to treat her wounds.

Maybe he'll let her tech him some fire ninjustu? He hoped she won't be mad by the time she awoke