Sakura was playing it safer, especially when dodging fire (the non-literal kind) was a hair-raising experience in and of itself. "Can't make up for personal experience," she agreed, moving out of the line of sight of one clone just barely in time to avoid being truly fried.

Oh, she didn't like guns.

"I can always use a decent sparring partner," she said, currently not facing Zouichi. Crud. She stepped forward, over a prone clone's body, and slammed her fist into the ground. Fissures rocketed forward, breaking up what ground could be broken for a good thirty feet out. She hoped it was just clones out there, in the instant warping and semi-rubble the impact had made.