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::Kenji's aura flashed up this time, however it kept increasing, he created a large black ball of black energy and flung it in the direction of the soldiers, constantly blocking shots with his katana, he had a few blast wounds on his shoulders and arms::

Dammit... there are too many of them....

::Constantly he was backing up hurling balls of black energy in the direction of the beams::

::Follows her lead as he knew he couldnt keep this up, hopping through the window, and then bounding off a wall, he walked into the forest::

Damn... well at least shes still around haha...

~Truinthil stood alone on the Sanctuary roof. he had his eyes closed, his body straight, his feet held together, the right one just a little ahead of his left. his arms were held at his sides, just a little ways from his body. he didnt seem to be alive even. his chest didnt seem to be moving with breath. his body didnt even move at heavy winds that blew across the roof. he stood perfectly still in exception to his white hair which moved, what little it could, being short and held by a head band. in the wind one might almost think that they thought they heard a voice. whispering softly. malevolently. others would argue it was just the sound of the wind brushing against leaves or the sanctuary itself. but taking a look at Truinthil and it seemed he was a statue. listening to what no other could understand or fully hear. or perhaps he was just that. a statue, figuratively at least, and all he was doing was meditating. with how little he was around and how little he spoke of himself in depth, it was hard to tell just what he may have been doing, standing there on the roof, utterly still. utterly silent. suddenly the silence was shattered as Truinthil began laughing. it was harsh laughter, dark, evil, and all that that is cliche with the evil people. he opened his eyes then and ceased his laughter almost as if it never had occured. his face once more like a stone. expressionless. empty. he simply nodded and faded through the roof to disappear from any who may have been watching the sanctuary. on the wind his laughter seemed to ride, to echo, to haunt, as it floated across the land. some said that laughter heard on the wind from distant lands brought maddness and bad fortune. others just said that you could not hear voices across the wind no matter how quiet it was and how far the voice carried. but Truinthil's laughter did this. it rode the winds until it reached the ears of long slumbering entities. they awoke silently and without stretching or groaning that is usual of most anything that has slept for many millenia, these things were instantly up and moving, searching for the way out of their hiding place.~

*The soldiers don't move against him...but something wasn't right.....something was definitely creating tension*

*Yume would suddenly feel a hand grab the back of his head tightly* You....Explain your actions immediately stare

*narrows his eyes* A good plan but I'm afraid that I cannot accept that as your reason. You're malfunctioning after all.... you're wandering outside your authority. You better watch yourself Yume *smirks* But I'll give you one more chance *lets go* However you better keep in mind just what will happen if you fail

*Mastema's expression does not change* One chance Yume. If you wish to redeem yourself then you must succeed in bringing me the white rose. Do that and the rewards shall be worth your while. *He turns and starts to walk away*