Blinded, but for how long? With his body low, Yuki'to rushed in and took the time to study the body. Back of the head... that was a very small spot, but he hadn't been training for years just to get sloppy over a small and precise target.

Grunts of exertion were exchanged for silence as he kicked off the ground, landing in a crouch at the bulette's back. His tail whipped for balance as the creature thrashed, and he waited for the jaws to close, lifting that back crest.

There.

His eyes sharpened and his expression tightened as a pair of keen kunai were twisted underhand, and just as he'd always done to finish off opponents both big and small, he thrust them into leathery flesh until his palms hit dusty hide.