This wasn't going to work, logic wouldn't affect them.
"I will ask you once and never again: Let her go, please."
The leader of the group simply snarled and examined the soldier who had been stabbed. Gazing lightly at her, his smile was as sweet and tender as that of a bloody angel freshly fallen.
Seijitsu began to lift up her hands to form handsigns, but her hands were knocked down by the blunt end of the weapon as a soldier disabled her, another slapping her against the small of her back and propelling her forward, she caught a knee in the stomach from the leader himself.
"Don't try." He sneered down at her. Quickly knocking up her chin with a kick and then stomping her head down into the ground, a trickle of red fell unto the snow nearby. His wide and heavy foot pressed onto her head, causing a massive headache.
Her hands dug into the snow, her nails desperately digging into the depths and crunching the white flakes. Her back arched as she tried to stand, but the blunt end of his weapon suppressed.
Her hands struggled for a moment before squirming feebly. Then finally, in a final skirmish her body gasped out and finally stood still in the snow.
Looking at her motionless body, one of them kicked at her ribs. Red began to pool around her body as if she were a rotten fruit and the contents easily spilt by the lightest of touches.
Silence fell over the group, and then a slight burst of laughter followed by an eruption from them.
"What a [badword] pathetic kage!" Howls of laughter erupted from the group.
The laughter was quickly halted as a hand grasped at the ankle of the leader.
Seijitsu's body began to rise out of the snow very slowly. The leader's suppression ignored and she quickly came to her full height.
Crimson blood leaked onto the front of her dress. Looking him straight in the eyes, Seijitsu's gaze grew hard and cold.
Within seconds, her hands reached out towards the man's chest and with a quick slam downwards, a red wave of chakra eminated from her palms. The man's full and lively color instantly took on the parlor of the dead, and his calves erupted in a red splash.
The others took up their arms and attacked the kage. Turning to face the girl and those attacking her, her face was stained with twin streams of blood leaking from her pupilless eyes.
A vagabond thrusted his spear towards her head, only to have her dodge it. Her hands rested on his forearm, and with a quick application of pressure, a crunching noise was heard. The entire appendage fell down lifeless in her touch, growing heavy apprently.
Swaying her hands mercilessly and fluidly, Seijitsu's palms grew to hold onto a light pink tinge and grasped at her attacker's stomach. Palm lying flat on the surface, she quickly turned her wrist around. A visceral sound of splashing and flesh splitting.
He quickly turned his eyes inward, spitting out odorous bile. His body rather quickly collapsed.
Turning her gaze towards those around Asoka, Seijitsu lifted up her hands.
"Close your eyes." The order was uttered.
If she did or not, Seijitsu looked onward to the group moving in on her. The remainder of the group made their full out charge.
Touching one's forehead, she shattered the bone and sent it flying inwards as they made a frontal assault.
Then another was disabled by a grasping of their neck. Her hand grasping at it, channelig chakra into the capillary beds, flow of blood to the head was instantly ceased.
The screams came out in many forms aftewards. Her hands halted as she came towards the one Asoka had debilitated slightly.
His allies lay in mangled, bleeding corpses along the red snow of Yuki behind her.
Her face, that which could belong to an angel herself had it not been encrusted by blood, snow and dirt glared down upon him as he fell to the ground before her. Her pale white eyes not seemingly seeing but peircing through the young man, her words were simple.
"Leave and learn."
She kneeled before him, touching his ankle with a simple graze. The wound quickly fixed itself as the wound closed quietly and damaged tissue and vessels began to reform perfectly.
When the kage raised herself, the man crawled away in fear of his own safety.
Standing there, the grotesque horror of a woman looked down on Asoka blankly, before her eyes returned, and with them her normal, gentler countenance. Seijitsu gasped out for air before knocking down to the group on her knees before the girl, coughing up the remaining blood that had accumulated from her body of Magdalene seal.
She placed a hand on Asoka's chest where the wound was with her hand, glistening with her own glistening blood. Slowly, the liquid took on a life of it's own and began to cleanse the wound of impurities and it's damages.
"...Are... you okay, miss?" Seijitsu's voice came out inbetween ragged gasps.