The woman sheathed her blade, which had changed back into a sakabatou. With its sharp and blunt edges reversed, a sakabatou sword was unsuitable for killing so it was a wonderful way to keep people from thinking she was anything then what she said she was. But the sword was also a sword stained with blood from many years, though the blood would never show. She smirked, one bloody fang showed slightly in the pale moonlight. The woman started to walk away, her mouth falling into a strait line. Behind her lay the battlefield, many armored samurai lie there, all dead, most with their heads laying at their feet, others had blood poring out of holes where their hearts should had been, even though their armor hid it. In the eyes of one of the armored samurai, you could see the fear in his eyes, and guess what he had seen just before he died; the cold golden eyes of his killer and her quick-as-lightning silver sword. Even the samurai`s last words still floated in the air with his scream of death. "The Man Hunter no long hunts, now she slays with the Man Slayers." He had been the last to die, that's why it still rested in the air.
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