Ito winced as he felt a sudden cold sensation. Before he knew it, his foot slipped as if sliding over ice. Simulantaneously, a rain of frozen spears came crashing down, each lunging towards him with the intention of tearing him.
Shit.
Already losing momentum, the ninja instinctively arched back, his arms reaching to the woman’s shoulders as he moved in a blur. Using her body as support, he flipped and now stood above her, his hands still holding onto her shoulders weightless as a leaf.
Of course, it hadn’t been been so simple, despite dodging the hail of ice just barely, the woman’s odd blade had seemed to move on it’s own.
It all happened in an instant. Despite his speed, Ito was touched by the blade, the cold metal scratching his leg and drawing a slight trickle of blood. Yes, he definitely felt the sword piercing his skin, but it was strange…
No pain?
Penetrating his shoulder like a hot knife cutting trough butter, yet another blade came lunging at him before he could dodge once more. With a short yelp, he instantly leapt back from the woman, turning to face the two as he landed atop the fence.
Don't mess with me...
“If you aren’t going to use your head, maybe you don’t need one after all.”, he spoke without a trace of his previous humored tone, glaring at the two before taking hold of his own sword’s handle.
“We can still talk things trough, so please stop this idiocy before it becomes any more painful.”