Like a shepherding dog they ring around the statuesque swordswoman, carefree; jovial and moving to whatever madness drove them. Hisame feels the tingle intensify, and when the woman erects their palmed arm, the hair on her flesh stands on end. It's the precursor to an electrifying assault that flourishes with a [i]flash[/i] and booming crack of lightning as her vision goes white. Then she's airborne, sailing over the twelve feet preceding collision with thick wood; her spine slams into bark and slumps against it, her face fallen and covered by black tresses; her sword arm bare of cloth and terribly burned. Buzzing fills the ears and ozone as well as the stench of charred meat enter her nostrils; she trembles with groans of pain from the infliction.

The strike appears successful, for Hisame in no way moves from their spot, apparently in a state of shock via electrification. Until she lifts her and rolls her head left afresh, revealing the hateful right eye while she continues to frown. Is she truly effectively affected, or does the moving skin of her sword arm, smearing itself over the wounds in full restoration, foretell only of futility?