“You should probably get a move on Kanya, especially since that guy from before wants your assistance” the voice echoed through the woman head. Kanya body rising up till she was in a seated position and her knee being bent. Her arm resting on top of her knee as her other leg was stretched out.”Yeah, the faster i get through this the better” Kanya would get up until she was standing. Her hand dusting off her body as she slightly bend her knee. With a sudden release she leaped from the roof launching herself into the air. This allowing her to land on her feet bracing the impact by bending at the knees. By her bending at the knees it stopped the shock from traveling through her body. Even if her action caught sight of people who were in the town square. She was never a fan of the whole big town scenario, she actually missed DAhlia and it’s empty streets at this point. As she placed her right hand on her waist, as her left hand would pull out the note she was given yesterday for today's events. This paper still had the address of the place she was suppose to be going. She really did have a lousy sense of direction when it came down to it.
Kanya, a woman of great skill who is unrivaled not only by her skills, but her looks as well. Kanya can be best described as the epitome of beauty, standing out amongst any woman in a crowd. Starting with her facial features, Kanya has a soft, feminine face which has yet to be disfigured or contorted by her countless fights and spars.Her eyes are a menacing, yet focused shade of red and her hair which is black falls to her back while her bangs fall to her face just above her eyebrows.
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