Hideo would crouch as the current in his arm made it fall limp towards the ground.
Was that a jutsu? I didn't even see him do anything...This was the first attack to catch Hideo off guard so it left him a bit bewildered. Even so, he wasn't gonna let it happen again.
"You got me there, kid" The limp arm jounin would say as his fingers starts to rapidly move and bend slightly. Hideo was slowly gaining back the feeling in his arm, but the most he could was move his fingers and wrist.
"I guess I should do a little jutsu of my-."Before the man could finish he would hear the arrow girl shout out,
“HEY FUCKFACE! CATCH!” before he saw the high arched arrow race towards him.
Oh yeah...her. Instinctively, he would lower his good arm and in a fast blur input hand seals.
"Fire release:Phoenix Sage Jutsu!" Hideo would shout as he sent a spree of fireballs in various directions with his hand. This time he would maneuver the fireballs in attempt to hit the girl and her projectiles primarily to overwhelm her. Hideo hoped the fireballs would keep her busy for the most part while he dealt with the boy. The jounin could have came after the archer but turning his attention away from the boy could be risky.
The man would once again be caught off guard as the white haired boy charged towards him. Hideo would keep a much greater distance from the boy's attacks. As he quickly dodged, he would be cautious to keep his limp arm away from the boy even though it swung around like a carrot attached to a string.
Jeez, kid. Back the fuck up willya! The man would in a frustrated haste, lower to the ground and proceed to sweep kick the boy before attempting to punch the boy's chest if he still laid on the ground.
Whether his counter worked or not, he would quickly remove and toss his jacket aside, revealing his skinny pale body under a dirty tank top.
"Fire Release: Intensive Heatwaves!" The man would shout as sweat started to drip from his forehead and form in wet spots on his tank top. His face would now not have his usual sly smile, but instead an irritated frown. The man would charge towards the boy only to dash around and attempt to attack from behind.