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As the two girls got to their feet, Ipharia remained utterly terrifed, for it was she who understood what was beyond the wood. She was low on energy, but at least she found others even if they were [b]unarmed[/b].

[color=A887B2]“We h-have to hide! We can't s-s-stay still!”[/color]

Before any of the three strangers could address something, a loud [i]screech[/i] came through the woods, followed soon by inhuman chattering. It was hard to decipher, but if they listened closely soon the distorted noise became filtered into a language they were familiar with—as if it jumped from something indiscernible to their native Japanese. The tone was still coarse and brutish. But the words were simple. [i]“Boys, we’re going to have fun with this one!”[/i] followed by innate, schoolyard-like cheers.

Any further listening would be cut out by the sound of a string pulling back and the sight of several arrows flinging themselves into the brush around them, barely missing the three and hitting the trees nearest to them instead.





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