Shinkai
A flurry of movements as smoke bombs erupted and vague silhouettes dashed two and fro. Obscured by the smoke, the kumo-kunoichi hadn't been able to discern the appearance of the new team, however, what she did notice was a pair of figures dashing in their direction. That wasn't too concerning though, they might've just been panicked.
What was concerned was the slab of earth that'd pushed out of the ground. Her nagging anxiety told her to attack them before they could fully set up their jutsu, however, of the three jutsu Shinkai actually knew, none of them were offense-oriented. Fingers clenched together in hand seals, the Kumo shinobi did what any self-respecting cephalopod would do in this situation --she inked.
Jet-black and dark as night, a stream of ink began to spurt from Shinkai's mouth, quickly mixing with the smoke cloud, staining the room, and anyone unlucky enough to get caught, in the inky liquid.