Fuana sighed as she looked at the piece of paper before her once more, desperately trying to figure out the characters. The young lady, adorned in strange clothing that caused others to murmur and stare around her walked with her head down so that she may read the note, though she was getting nowhere. This new area of the world was different from much of the rest. Centralized government and such focus on technique in fighting, she was falling in love with it by the minute. She was told to travel the road until she found the large trading post and she assumed this was it. If it wasn't, she would be out of a job, yet her skill with this language was minimal and she was too proud to let herself have an embarrassing exchange with a stranger just yet, she just got into town. As she walked, the street became progressively less and less populated, and she was glad of it. Rarely has she seen this sort of population, and the silence reminded her of her life at home, if only it was as warm as it was there. Here it was colder, but she had been to worst. Her attention broke as she heard the pained grunts of young men and she desperately ran towards the commotion. Her Moccasins kept her silent as she moved, along with her training leaving her footsteps ever diligent and light, as if she were a feather. As she studied from afar, it seemed no one had noticed her. She knew that this was a foreign land and she had no reason to do anything here, in fact, it would be foolish, but she could never live with herself know she let what seemed to be a sickly, hindered man and a woman be abused and mistreated by able-bodied, rich citizens, or at least they seemed to be based on their clothing and appearances. She moved her head down up and down fast, causing her mask to slide down with a muffled 'clunk' and with that she pulled her blade.

Piercing the air only filled with blunt grunts and the sound of dull punches and swipes what a blood-curdling, passionate, and malevolent screech, sounding as it was not from a human being, but perhaps a demon. It echoed and surged through the air and following it was the light pitter-patter of fur covered feet. From behind the men a young lady drabbed in a demonic mask, white fur racing behind her like a cape and strange clothing rushed toward them, a thick, boxcutter looking sword raised into the air above her. 

With no hesitation she cleaved it down full force at the clavicle of the other armed man, and only after she swung did she stop screaming.