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Hana froze in place, her hands up in front of her. "F-friend..." she said quickly, eyes wide. She watched him fall to his knees, bleeding rather heavily. "Please... Let me help you." she slowly walked toward him. "If you keep bleeding you'll die. I can stop the bleeding." SHe swallowed, hoping he would let her do something.

Matara stood up and pulled his massive sword up and pointed it at the girl as he took a stance
"ARE YOU FREIND OR FOE!" he shouted as He leapt backwards and swung his massive blade around him then took up his battle stance once again.Glaring into her eyes he panted then fell down to his knee,blood seeping through his armor.

Hana ran for what seemed like years. Her mother had remained at the house, telling her to get away. She had no idea where she was or what had happened to her, but there was no way she could go back. They were probably searching for her right this minute. Sighing, Hana continued on her way down the path.

She had stopped by a stream to refill her canteen when something caught her eye. Not something, but someone. She stood slowly, not wanting to bring attention to herself. Her steps were slow and quiet as she neared whoever the person was, ready to flee if need be. But as she got closer, she noticed it was a warrior, different from the ones she had seen before. And he was injured. She quickly came over to him. "Excuse me?" She knelt beside him. "Excuse me sir, are you wake? Can you hear me?"

Matara stood on the sand path as He took his stance.
Multiple warriors of the nation of kakarae surrounded him then their leader spoke
"poor matara,a legendary warrior of the seas,what will you do here on the sand,you will curl up and die like a fish out of water"
Matara went lower into his stance then spoke

"a cornered warrior is the most dangerous,underestimate me and you will die"
"ya right" the warrior spoke as he pointed his sword at matara.
"your life ends here"
The warrior charged Matara as he quickly rose up from the ground,parrying the foes blade then smashing his shoulder into the warrior's spine. The warrior of kakare shouted in pain as Matara ran him through,his sword being removed from the dead body,covered in the man's blood.Matara swung the blade as blood splashed upon the ground then he spoke once more
"Underestimate me at your own peril,death shall be your consequence"