Mishiko watched with satisfaction as he let her go. She hated hurting him as much as she hated his bossy-ness, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. He ran off and Mishiko thrust her katana and wakizashi, point down, into the sand. They stayed upright so she picked herself up, dusted herself off and returned them to their sheathes. Then she followed the others, leaving the slightly singed hill behind.

[Exits to Las Noches]