[That's a tricky one. Lightning isn't useful for much. Except mass destruction, which doesn't interest her. Eehn.... With nothing to attack she'll have to make an opponent on her own.]

'Kay.

[Humming, she sways a little from side to side. This exhibition has put her in a good mood; it reminds her of the sparring/learning matches she'd had with her friends.]

I'll make targets first.

[Communication, that was one of their rules. It wasn't always followed but sometimes a bit of warning prevented a dozen steel spears from being blown off-course by a blast of wind.

Hatoko creates clay discs out of thin air. They materialize several feet away and reasonably high in the sky so that tilting her chin up is needed to get a proper look at the perfectly smooth, tan circles.

Now, for some -- lightning! CRASH. Again from the clear, unclouded sky comes bright streaks of furious energy - each one meticulously striking a random clay target.

But she doesn't stop there. As soon as the broken multitude pieces of pottery start to fall, the lighting re-appears in thinner but more numerous bursts. The small pieces are turned into even smaller dust.

Best of all? No ninja catchphrase.