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Satuni looked at the creture-her sword out, an unimprsive flimsy thing that maerly rested on her waist. The dyeing bunny looked at her with sad eyes.
"I know-I'ts just that I need to eat, I haven't in days" The rabbit's eyes grew bigger-she almost swore she saw tears, it was dieing anyway right? She sighed, resheathing her first sword and bringing forth a second, bigger, more impesive one from her back-she stabed her would be meal. in a few moments it was up and hopping away. She reasheath her woundhealer and took out the first blade hacking threw trees. She heard voices so she figured she could get to town by listing to them and following she stopped ight before them and continued to spy on the men threw the foliage she heard the ennding words
"that tree"


((OOC: Duban-it's your turn on the Gargoyles one-just in case you were to buzy with this one and forgot))

Kellan sat with a smirk on her lips. She figured the Japanese man would spot her first. Landing softly on the path she looked the men over. Nothing too impressive. The smirk still played on her lips as her eyes finished passing over the men. Their stances were rediculous, too much power and bravado were laced throughout. She leaned against the tree and crossed her arms, never taking her eyes off the apparently hostile men. Soulcutter dug sharply into her back, though she didn't mind, it assured her it was safe from lustful hands. I hardly think two counts as any sort of mass. She said to the most hostile of them. It would be interesting to see if he would take it in an amused fashion because she was a child, or if he would take it offensively because she was a kid. One could never be certain. She shifted her eyes over to the bush were the other female was hidden, but made sure to turn attention quickly back to the men. They happened to be more of a threat than a healer.

Satuni backed up "did they see me-oh please don't let them have seen me" She wispered to herself, shakily her hands grabbed the mediocere blade at her side

Devon just sighed, and slapped his forehead. "Goddamn narcisstic b*****d.." He whispered to himself. "Well, I see you don't want my help. Even though I have the book that can tell me how to unlock the true powers of our blades." He said as he walked away, keeping his hand on the handle of his blade, and the other on the book.

Kallen couldn't help but shake her head at the mediocre mind games of the boys. She was tempted to unsheath Soulcutter now that a healer was around, granted, that was more trouble than it was worth. This Japanese man was a know-it-all and an a** for certain. The man that interjected on the two's controversy was playing his hand at manipulation, but failing horridly. Now that she thought about it, knowing everything right now would take the fun away from it all. One the other hand, knowing would put dangerous power in the hands of these men; that wasn't necesarily a good thing. She tossed the ideas back and forth in her head, trying to figure out what she planned to do. She still didn't understand the connection or meaning between Soulcutter and herself. She peered over at Devon, though she was unaware of his name, while still keeping Ken where she could see him. She wouldn't trust him with an egg, much less to turn her back on him. What were your intentions of telling us this? Did you honestly think we would follow you like some pathetic zombie? This only makes you a target. Her voice was loud enough for the group of five to hear. Had anyone else noticed this? He was simply making it so everyone wanted to get at him? Anyway it went it made him a victim of his own game. Unfortunate too, he was young.

"Why would I want to help a stupid English man after your people invaded my country?" Ken asked. "Your basicly out of luck here."

Nevan was sitting on top of the bar. His normal type of stalking place. He had enough money he wouldn't have to steal in this village, not that there was much to steal from it. He was looking forward to getting to the next village, where there were a few more manors. The noise from across the way wouldn't have surprised him much, but he was bored and maybe it would be fun. He stood up and walked to the side of the building. He dropped down, catching himself half way and twisting into a flip to land lightly on the ground. He brushed off his dark cloak as he made his way towards the sounds and the men gathered on the path, the sword on his back ready at any minute.

"You English are all the same, when something is out of your reach, you get others to do the hard work for you. Then you just claim the reward as your own."