The air smelled thick of blood, the dirt under the hooves of the horses churned to mud as they stamped moving around Eddy. Lady Mitsuko frowned as her horse reared from the man rolling beneath it, a heavy neighing came from the animal and steam shot from it's nostrils. She saw the man that was still running towards the lighthouse which seemed odd for a warrior to run from a fight. She lifted her naginata and yelled towards two of the female samurai with her. "You two catch him!" The two women who were riding pure white horses began galloping as quick as they could towards the man who Eddy had sent off naginatas in hand and held at their sides. "CIRCLE UP!" Mitsuko yelled loudly and the Lady Samurai made a circle around Eddy.
The horses stamped in place, but no one moved to attack. Lady Mitsuko pulled her mask off and let it hang under her chin. She handed off her Naginata to another Samurai and hopped off her horse drawing her katana. The blade sung as it left it's sheath a ringing to all the ears present. The blade shone like silver, the blade was obviously made by a master the steel perfectly folded again and again to make it of razor sharp quality. Her brown eyes looked Eddy up and down raising a brow. "I hope you are prepared to die." Both her hands took hold of the hilt tightly and brought the hilt to her shoulder with the edge of the blade pointed skyward and the tip aimed at Eddy. Her face became a grim expression contradicting the normal beauty that was painted across her skin.
Mitsuko's mind raced for only a moment through the thoughts of what was happening. 'Why would this man fight all of us and send the other away Hmmm they must have something. I cannot back down though.'

The sound of charging horses echoed through the streets of Acamaia Naginatas whirling in hand, cutting down anyone not bearing a standard allied with Levania. Those women who lost their horses tread on foot their hands carrying their Katanas tightly and slicing at any enemy they happened across. �Kill those who prey on the weak!� They shouted as one. The women seemed to move like ghosts through a fog, their movements graceful and unique. As the smoke of war billowed through the streets they would step forth like banshees called from hell and cut bloody swaths in all those who threatened the peaceful lands of Levania.