[attr="class","APP3"]Missions did not always go as planned. That's why Shinobi teams were taught how to adapt to the chaos that fate held within its hands. How well one could use the knowledge would vary from individual to individual, a page in a textbook not nearly enough to get one or many away from a real life predicament; past experience being the real game-changer. Currently, four masked Ninja hailing from the Hidden Stone were being put to the test, their wits the final border that separated them from failure and a certain death. You see, when one had to carry out a mission outside one's territory, the task did not end once the objective was complete, no, one also had to see that the group returned home safely. For the aforementioned crew, the final goal felt farther with each rushed step they took.
"We somehow managed to create enough distance, but it won't be long until they catch up. We need to decide how we're going to tackle this situation."
They had come to Amegakure with the intention of retrieving the body of a ninja hailing from said village who, according to their information network, had been injured during a small confrontation between the two forces. Wielder of powerful and rare Bloodline Limit, the Hidden Stone intended to secure as many valuables as possible before retreating to the safety of their well-guarded fortress. Little did those ninja know, they would instead run straight into a team that had just arrived to provide back-up. In spite of their numerical advantage, events had not played in their favor, and they had been forced to retreat in a direction opposite to the one they should have gone.
Though they had managed to snatch the body of the agonizing Hidden Rain Shinobi, three more were on their tail. Now lost in a Savannah-like landscape with lot of open terrain and little places to hide, their backs were against the corner. Were they supposed to confront the enemy, or were they to try to lose their pursuers instead? Between the team members, the points of view were diverse.
"Tch..." A second Shinobi swoop a little bug off his shoulder. "To think that they'd be able to track us down so easily."
A third, who had been kneeling down all-throughout the conversation, finally stood up, a brief cloud of white smoke accompanying her ascent. The physical body of the kidnapped now sealed within a large scroll, it no longer would represent a slow-down moving forward. She handed it to the fourth member of their platoon, the youngest, before addressing the rest of the team.
"Remain calm. A chase is about mind games. If we let it get to us, we're already dead." She commented, boldly. "We've still got ways to deal with this. Let them come to us, I'll tell you what to do. We'll be ready by the time they arrive."