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[indent][indent][indent]And so the first signs were revealed.

As Kaito hid in the brush, Honami’s rock flew through the air almost like the petite Japanese girl was a Hall of Fame-worthy baseball pitcher, cutting through the wind with force and speed. She hadn’t seen who—or what—had chased the purple-haired girl, but somehow the blow landed. The proof of this was the sound of rock landing with a sharp [i][b]‘crack’[/b][/i] in the darkness of the forest. The sound of a body hitting the ground followed and there was a sudden silence before a blood-curdling, angry scream from the voices that remained.

[i]“Grok!”[/i] One of them shouted in their strange, gravel-like accents.

For Hiroko, she would see a shortbow, crude and tribal, roll downward from the higher elevated forest, landing only a few feet away from her.

It was then there was more chattering and rustling in the woods. All three of the Japanese strangers would then hear another phrase in the strange voices that were pursuing the girl and now them. [i]“Go around! Make it slow on the rock-chugger!”[/i]
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