Her fist met with the woman's body, sinking into her cloak and chest before knocking her out of the stance she had previously been holding. The monk was not so easily bested however, her hand reaching out for the now free-falling scythe. As if in slow motion, the samurai saw the slash coming. Now that the stance had been broken Yui's movements had sped up but her scythe had slowed down slightly. She hopped lithely backwards and out of reach of the attack. Her eyes then caught sight of it. The scythe moved past her but her focus had turned to her student and her back-up units. Sand was beginning to churn around them.
Not again. I will not have a repeat of the Exams. I know you can hear me, beast. Help me. Help me save my student.
In a blur the samurai reached and unsheathed each of her eight swords, placing them in the crooks of her elbows, her neck, and an upraised leg. The faintest of red hues washed over her body as she tapped into the beast inside of her. As Yui finished her scooping motion the image of Haruko would simply vanish as if it were a mirage formed from the desert. She had already moved to stop the other Jounin but moved in such perfect grace that Yui's eyes hadn't believed her.
A furious blink and she had already closed the twenty meters to Sahara, leaping upwards at the airborne Jounin. Before the Satetsu could finish surrounding Astora in the sand, Haruko flickered, not with some technique but with sheer speed, in front of her, eyes blazing with both anger and desperation. The points of all eight of her swords began to glow a fierce pink and with one rapid spin of her body, "Getsuga Tensho."
She whispered quickly as the world fell silent under her breath.
She had been unwilling to pull her swords. A foolish act. She had wanted to show these two shinobi the respect that their rank deserved. An honorable act. She had wanted to walk away from this without causing any harm to them. A hopeful act. Unfortunately her hand was forced by the Satetsu. A foolish act.
Her fights with Hayate, having seen him in the war, she knew what that sand was capable of once it surrounded a man. It would be over in a second, one way or another.
In the same moment as the words left her lips, the eight points of light flared and each sent forth a massive crescent wave of energy. Two would cross against Sahara's chest, two would aim toward Yui, and the final four would aim to crush the remaining mines. After having witnessed both of their movements, having seen the extent of their speed, she knew that only Yui would possibly be able to dodge from this range. Even then it was unlikely however. The waves were not meant to kill but merely incapacitate, as she blunted the four that would be striking her enemies.
She would then fall gracefully to the sands, her body tense and ready should either of the opponents not be struck down by the onslaught. She had hoped it wouldn't come to this. Her body swayed softly in the ways of her village's teachings. Even now her movements would be hard to read and equally hard to predict.
"Do not push me further."
She warned. "Lay down your weapons. You have fought well, Suna-nin. No one will deny that. I beg you do not continue. I wish to leave the sands the color that they are. I have no intention of spilling Sunagakure blood today but I will if I must. Know that I attacked the mines rather than your spice fields. I attacked at dusk when the workers would be gone and the loss of life would be minimal to none. I do not know what you will think of me for my actions but I hope one day you see that I did everything I could to preserve the lives of your people. Likewise, if you drop your weapons, if you remove that cloak and leave your tools in the sand, I will extend that same courtesy to you both. We can walk away from this with the mines being the only casualties."
Her voice rang out, harsh but true. This was the only warning she would give them after the life of her student had been put into jeopardy.
"Yui-dono...I implore you, one last time, rethink your decisions here."
They were the same words that the monk had said when the fight began. She hoped the monk would take her own advice. She had grown to like the woman. How strongly she held herself after finding out the loss of her husband. A woman that strong was one she wished no ill of. A warrior that strong was one she wished to cross paths with again and again.
The beast within her did not speak but had lent her it's chakra. She did not know if it was willingly or forced but it was the first instance that the Hachibi had responded to her. Once this was over she would have time to smile about that. Once she and Astora were safely on their way back to Kumogakure.