Just as they were trying to fix what was going wrong, things got worse! Abbyigail was suddenly given a flight and an ugly long arm tribesmen appeared from the resulting hole, who was also a marine, who had a partner, who also had subordinates, and they were informing their captain. So it went from bad to worse. However, the long arm marine drew a sword. It was currently hard to tell, but he had to be a true swordsman right? A follower of the way of the sword? It had been so long since she had such an opponent, so she had to find out and there was only one way to find out. Abbyigail would probably fine right? Of course if she found this cold hearted and blood thirsty reasoning out, she wouldn't be alright.

Musashi drew her blades as the air grew seemingly colder as she was emitting her blood lust, her twin blades screeched as they were unleashed seemingly crying out for blood. Musashi got into a sword stance and dashed towards the marine seemingly closing the distance in an instant and bring down the blades like a pair of claws marking the long arm as her prey.