With weapons drawn, Yuma charged back towards the in the process destroyed village alongside her merry men of thieves and miscreants. The dust clouds of their rush flaming the swelling numbers of the dark world invasive forces. Hammering away at the village's exterior border. The screaming voices started as a small rustle in the wind, growing in tenacity until they became a raging storm!
Contrasting the face paced approach of his….new companions. Kanji moved with a soft stroll. Idling by on the hilltop of the sand dune mass before sliding down. Reaching the bottom before his long slow strides would guide him towards the playpen in front of his eyes.
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