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    IC;;
    Hosanna sat there stiff as a board. Her blade was clutched fighting to her palm. While her other hand sat on top of her son's head. "Mama will Aki-" she cut him off moving that hand that was previously on his head to his mouth. They had already drawn enough attention to themselves to begin with, they didn't need any more.


    Nan glanced the direction of the two letting go of a breath of air she hadn't realized she had been holding in. Everything will be alright, she thought, repeating it over and over within her head. Although her facial feature showed no fears she couldn't help moving the Sand beneath them between her fingers.


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    The first man, the leader of thr group takes a few steps back, but doesn't turn around. He watches Akemi for a second or two and then glances at his men before charging forward, swinging his sword for Akemi's head, who nimbly dodges and moves a few steps backwards behind the man and throwing the leader forward. The two archers shoot at the same time, almost directly after their leader makes a move , one catching their leader in the chest and the other missing entirely.
    Akemi then wrenches the sword from the dying man's hands, whistling with his bad arm. He wanted to see what Hosanna could do, while these men nervously paced around him, scared to move too close, but at least slightly determined to follow their orders.
    (Sorry this fight scene was kind of lame :( I'm not really in the mood for writing a super complex one :))

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    IC;;
    Hosanna glanced over at Nanette with a gentle look then down to her child. Thieving child she was blessed enough to carry. She planted a kiss on top of his head. "Watch him for me, please?" Her voice was less forceful than it had been only minutes before without waiting for an answer she snuck around as to not give away thier position despite knowing the enemy must have already watched them move their.


    Blade in hand she stepped up to where Akemi had been standing and glanced around at the enemies left. Still quite a few in number she only glanced at the Sand Walker, "Have you met the others acquaintance yet?" She knew he hadn't, but still thought it nice to ask. She drove the blade down the palm of her hand creating a thin flow of blood. With the blood touch the blade it started to shine. It got to the point where it was white hot on the eyes and could easily blind those gazed upon it for up to a few minutes. Within that light the dinky knife transformers in to something bigger, not by much, but into a decently sized dagger.


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    [Even if you think that was a bad attempt, which it wasn't, it is much better than what I can do in the way of fight scenes. Trust me. It was great! ^_^ ]
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    The remaining men glance at the blade and then their fallen leader, their eyes wide. Three of them take off immediately, and the others fall back in one line together, their bodies tense.
    "Follow them, before I have to kill all of you. I don't always enjoy spilling blood, you know," Akemi says, smiling.
    (Do you wish to skip this fight scene? And thanks :))

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    IC;;
    When the sound of the frightening had finished and the endless waste land was once more silent Nanette pushed herself up off the sandy earth and hobbled out with Travon's delicate hand latched into her own. "Are you both alright?" She glanced between the two. Hosanna's blade was once again looking like nothing more than a decorative piece. She was only breathing the slightest bit harder since she had left the two. Only now she had a wild gleam in her eyes. Her question was more delivered towards Akemi's injured arm.


    Upon seeing his mother, the shorter child was running towards his mother, grinning like there was no tomorrow. Which down here could be a rather true statement.


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    Akemi's face and hair is speckled red with blood, but he otherwise looks the same except for a small cut on his arm.
    "I'll be fine," he says, beginning to climb the dune that the now dead humans first approached from. "Search them first, I'm going to go find the sandwalker." Upon reaching the other side of the dune, he finds several make shift carts, and 4 or 5 women chained together in a line to of the nearest rocks, their hands bound and their mouths gagged. They look completely terrified, and several of them are sobbing.