The crunching of leaves and the light breeze of the wind that was blowing through the forest. Birds singing as the sun started to climb up over the horizon. Flowers blooming in response to the sun's awakening. Along those, the crunching of grass beneath footsteps.
They were at a slow tempo, accompanied by the occasional deep breath of the forest wanderer. He'd been walking for hours, dragging around two sheathed eastern blades. He faltered his footsteps, slowing to a stop. Leaning his back against the tree, dropping his blades, he slid down into a sit with his arms resting at his sides on the grass.
He appeared to be rather young; perhaps a teenager. Despite his exhaustion, he couldn't get himself to rest, leading to the young wanderer to simply keep on walking, though the memory from hours ago was still fresh in his mind. It seemed to visit him each time he saw a fleeting glimpse of rest.
~•~
"Oi, you there," someone called. "You are Me-n'cha Kai'gen, are you not?"
"Yes, and unless you seek an autograph I suggest you leave me be..." he responded, grinning with cockiness, though it was soon to fall into annoyance. He was rather tall, and appeared to be a Sihai; Common Dynasty at that. His red eyes were what stood out, however, due to him being that of a Dorkarth bloodline.
"I believe leaving isn't an option for you, lad. Or your son."
"Leave him out of this."
"He's just as wanted as you, is he not?" the newcomer stated, as three more had approached from behind him. They were donned in cloaks, two of them wielding rapiers, while the other two wielded short swords.
"Sen'ming did nothing."
"I beg to differ." stated one of the approachers. The young brood, Sen'ming, stepped out from behind Me-n'cha. With the help of his Auld Darkening, Me-n'cha noticed that it was a gang of Kathar that had provoked them. He grimaced in response.
"If he truly was innocent, would we be here? That, and we want revenge on the blood you an' he spilled from our kind."
"Well if that isn't the least bit petty. You grey shits have have just as much blood on your hands as us.."
The group of Kathar laughed.
"Ah, I'm forgettin' why I'm here. That out of the way, it's been told you're bein' hunted by both surface wanderers and sewer dwellers. We decided we take care of it, aye?" the first Kathar spoke, the rest of the group smirking as they brandished their weapons. "Might as well surrender, fuck-tarts. Doubt this fight is in your favor."
The two Sihai glanced at the approaching Kathar. Behind them was a large river, but no way of crossing over. After taking a look at eachother, Sen'ming drew his blade, a katana, whilst Me-n'cha did the same. The Kathar split amongst themselves, two attack the brood whilst the other two deal with the Dorkarth. Immediately, the two Sihai charged, Sen'ming spinning on a heel to send a vertical strike across the chest of the first Kathar, drawing first blood, though the Kathar merely stepped back while their partner dueled him. As for Me-n'cha, a similar result, only to his opposer's throat.
The fight went on for some minutes, until something clicked Sen'ming's mind after shortley winning his duel with a downward strike that lead to the guillotine of his head.
Where did that one Kathar go. I sliced him across his che-
His thoughts were interrupted when a kick was sent to the back of his knee, causing him to kneel. Glancing behind him, that Kathar he thought he dealt with earlier was the one who delivered that kick. Not only that, but as Sen'ming looked behind him, that same Kathar sent a downward slice at the right of his face, mostly his eye. Letting out a scream, he dropped his katana, placing his hands over his eye, falling to his side. Said scream caused Me-n'cha to falter his attack. "You fucking-...!" he started, but never finished, as a shortsword impaled his throat.
"What was that, you stupid fucking leech?" asked the one who landed the stab, before yanking the blade out. Turning to the other Kathar, he nodded.
"What about the brood, Korsan?"
"Leave him, Firspar. The wolves will deal with him." respoded Korsan, whom appeared to be the leader of their group. Making his way to Sen'ming, he knelt, taking off his mask to make eye contact.
"Listen here, brood. We're gonna make a deal. We'll spare you, though I am unsure about the forest's inhabitants, but you better not fucking follow us, or else your head," he started, before drawing a finger across his own throat. At that, he stood up, moving over to Me-n'cha. Tapping him with his foot, there was no response; dead. "Ah, such a pity. The Lunar Samurai...died to a mere bounty hunter from the sewers.
"Fuck...you…" called Sen'ming weakly. After he picked up Me-n'cha's body, going to turn it in as proof of their work, Korsan walked over to the injured brood.
"That'll be enough from you," he paused, taking note of Sen'ming's eastern features, and then to his crimson eyes, a grin forming across his face, preparing to send a kick to his head.
"That'll be enough from you, disgrace."
~•~
Sen'ming flinched, awakening from his sudden slumber and clamping a hand over his right eye. Looking around, he found himself under the tree he had decided to rest under, using his father's still-bloodied scarf to keep warm. No one was there. He lowered his hand, the now-pale eye being revealed once more. Pushing himself up using his sheathes, adjusting them over his back.
The words recalled back to him.
"You better not fucking follow us, or else your head,"
Thinking for a moment, Sen'ming's expression then hardened some.
"Korsan...I'll be seeing you."
He proceeded his path, having nothing but the light breeze of the wind to guide him.
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