Kyang followed the blood-stained Torako through the woods with her glaive trailing from her hand behind herself. She used the pertinence of the fight to clear her mind of what she saw before, knowing that there were more important things to think about. If anything, Torako had played her hand, and now Kyang knew of her capabilities. Perhaps not her limits, but that was not something she dwelt on.

The direction they ran did not seem to show much promise in finding Xin, but there was the sound of conflict in a fairly short distance. It was hard to pinpoint in this forest. Their strained hearing was suddenly overwhelmed when a colossal shout sounded in the distance. It was not the shout of any regular man; not even a small army could concentrate such a war cry. Needless to say, it gave them a clearer direction.

Torako and Kyang came across Xin to find him in something of a more difficult situation to their previous one. He was fighting multiple opponents that were putting up much more of a fight than the instructor at the school he had invaded that morning.

"More ki warriors," Kyang observed, "I think these guys are out of my league, but maybe you could take one by surprise, Torako."

In an effort to find some way to be useful, Kyang looked over all the battered and crushed bodies of Xin's previous kills littered about. There was a crossbow amongst one, a weapon Kyang could use to at least provide a distraction. She waited for a moment in the chaos of combat to try and retrieve it.