[h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2]

The kidnapper's arm was moving. There was the smallest gap, just big enough, that Benienma would see. Her blade slid into her sheath, as the stunned karakuri ninja fell to her knees.

Her sword was one that protected the innocent, but it also passed judgement on the wicked. If this man was going to use the child he had taken as a tool, then there would be no mercy.

The motion was almost instantaneous. To an observer, it would seem as if the dimunituve Saber had suddenly appeared behind the kidnapper, one hand on the dazed little girl and the other on the hilt of her katana.

There wasn't even a single drop of blood on her blade.

Which, perhaps, made it all the more shocking when the kidnapper's arm came free of his body, a perfectly clean cut having severed the limb in an instant. Blood splattered across the ground as he collapsed on his side, writhing and clutching at the wound.

For the sake of an innocent life, a sinner had been cut.

It was a worthy exchange.

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