Satira walked calmly through the woods, glad that she had temporarily lost her pursuers. She may have eluded them, but they would find her again. And they wouldn't be alone. She gave a sigh. She hated running, but what other choice did she have? She was all alone, so fighting them off was out of the question. She may be a good fighter, but she wasn't that good. Getting help was also out of the question. No one was supposed to know that she was even guarding anything. When King Enma had given the job to her parents, he had instructed them to keep it a secret. How word had gotten out that her family possessed it she didn't know. One of the things on her to do list. But until that day, she was stuck running from them until she thought of a plan.

Yoko and Kuroune watched the cat from a few feet away. Yoko studied her intently. She was defiantly a cat demon. A tiger cat demon by the looks of it. Her ears were white with black stripes and matched her long slender tail. Her hair was brown and shoulder length, a little on the wavy side. She had a sword strapped to her side, and her clothes were torn. She looked like she had just been in a fight. She walked slowly as if she thought she was safe at the moment, or else she was just tired. Yoko smirked, this would be interesting.

"What king of weapon is that?" Kuroune whispered to him.

Yoko rolled his eyes. "It's a sword idiot!" he whispered back.

Kuroune glared at him. "I know that!" he hissed. "But look at it. It looks like she can take it apart." Yoko raised an eyebrow and concentrated on her weapon. Kuroune was right. Her sword that hung from her side looked like it could be taken apart.

Yoko shrugged. "I guess that means that the fight won't be hard to win." He said with a chuckle. Kuroune gave him a nod as they started to approach her.

Satira's ears perked up. Someone was coming. She gave a sniff to the air. It wasn't the raiders; they smelled like fish from living near the sea. No, she smelled something else…smelled like…roses?

She put her hand to her sword and looked around. She saw two figures emerge from the trees. She turned to face them, staring at the silver fox demon and the bat demon that accompanied him.

"Hello my dear." The fox said. "Do you know that you are trespassing?"

Satira took a step back. "Trespassing?" she repeated.

"Yes, this land belongs to Yoko Kurama." The bat said.

"Well what he doesn't know won't hurt him." She replied as she tried to move on. Yoko moved in front of her path.

"But I do know." He said, staring into her green eyes.

"I take it your Yoko Kurama." She said, a feeling of dread settling over her. He smirked as he nodded.

"And this is my partner, Kuroune." Yoko said indicating the bat who had his arms crossed, looking smug.

"Nice to meet you both." She said aggravated as she tried to step around Yoko. Yoko blocked her way again. Satira gave him a glare.

"There something else you wanted to tell me?" she asked annoyed.

"You're trespassing. We don't allow trespassers." Yoko said to her.

"And that means you must die." Kuroune added. Satira's mouth hung open as she looked between the two, trying to see if they were kidding.

"I'm not hurting anything!" she protested. "Can't I just pass through?" she asked wearily. She didn't have the time or the strength to deal with this right now. She has been running all night.

"I'll tell you what." Yoko said circling her. "We will make a deal. Me and you will fight. If I win, you must come back with me and serve me."

Satira was a little shocked at the proposition but tried to hide it. "And what's in it for me if I win?"

"Then you can pass through and as long as you are on my territory, no one will lift a hand to stop you." Yoko answered.

"What if I refuse to fight?" she questioned.

"Then we will kill you right here and now." Kuroune replied.

Satira looked at the fox, assessing him. He didn't have a weapon, but appearances could be deceiving. She didn't want to fight. The more time she had to put space between her and the raiders the better. But one look at Yoko's face and she knew she had no choice. She sighed and wrapped her fingers around her necklace for comfort. She really hoped she could beat him.

"Alright." She said taking out her sword. "Let's get this over with."