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[b][color=fff200]Yang Bethlehem[/color]
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[i]Where's the key, where's the key?![/i] She thought in between strikes, even as her eyes searched around for it.

That's when the prisoners shouted something to her and she whipped her head towards them. They pointed and gestured to the red-knight desperately in a broken language, but it was obvious as to what they meant. Her eyes fell onto the large knight and studied her target.

"He's the one? Alright, just sit tight." She smiled as she slammed both of her fists together and cracked her neck. "I'll get you all out soon."

Seeing that person block an ice and arrow and discarding it so easily, made a small part of her laced with worry as she recognized that it was no greenhorn. Even as the man tried to reorganize the party, he noticed her and roared a challenge.

Yang smile turned into a large grin, the blood in her was boiling and heart raced. Yes, this time, she was fully in her element. The past few days of mistakes and failures weighed on her heavily. Somewhere in her heart, she was never more happier.

"Beheader? You're in luck then." Yang slammed a foot down, taking her stance as she brought her arms together. Ready to take on the man with nothing but her body and impromptu knuckle duster beads. "I'm a monk, and I'll be reading the rites soon." 

"Yours, that is." She stated coolly and calmy with a smirk even as she fist-pumped to herself mentally. Congratulating herself on such comeback. In between, her foot latched onto a fallen soldier discarded sword.

Then like a viper, she shot out her leg and sent the sword flying forward. Spinning wildly as it aimed squarely towards Krik, Yang took the opportunity to move like a flash with the distraction and head straight forward to Krik.

When she was close enough, she used the wagon close to them as a foothold and propelled herself upwards. With that, she shifted her center and kept her legs tucked together. Teeth clenched tightly and her body filled with Ki as she performed one of the signature moves. 

Like a wild tiger pouncing on its prey, Yang aimed her powerful leg towards his head. From Krik view and perhaps, the trick of the shadows with the sun behind Yang, her eyes became predatory and slit as her silhoutte fell on him.

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[color=ed145b][b]Ditzy Stoneclub[/b][/color]

"Okay!" Ditzy followed the two man as they led the way. Ditzy didn't manage to see much this time as he was on the job, but everything looked the same. At least, if the blur around him was an indication. He was still wondering what the job actually entails throughout the entire journey.

That's when they reach some house that look bright and colorful, Ditzy wasn't sure what exactly it was but it seemed like a fun place to be.

Ioseb then shouted something and pointed at something.  Ditzy followed at what it was and saw a trio of Zipangu people, with some sort of weird instruments alongside them. When he was asked to stop them, Ditzy blinked for a moment before an idea popped to his head.

He raised his sandbag weapon, gave it a twirl with one finger and then snapped it forward like a slingshot. His sandbag then lurched forward quickly, arced down and then slammed into one of the Zipangu people, knocking him forward and into his other compatriots as they tumbled down like a pile of dominoes.

"Done!" Ditzy smiled innocently to the two as he ran forward to catch his quarry. Years of practicing in throwing his sandbag at trees or rocks had paid off, and he hadn't used all his strength like last time. He was also partly inspired by how Freyr and the arrow competition that he had seen previously as well.

[i]I can't use a bow, but I can throw things well![/i] Ditzy thought with a skip in his step. Once he was caught up to the three Zipangu people, he waved at them as he stood at their side.

"Hello, want to help me in making Ambran number one!?" He said, completely missing the point of his mission and job. "Oh, and these two wanted to talk to you."

If they tried to run, Ditzy would simply hold one of them by the wrist gently and it would be impossible for that one to escape from his grasp. It would be akin to being clapped in iron manacle as Ditzy grip will not budge no matter what.