Barbara
*Ohh, this felt good! Feeling the broken blade sink into the man's neck, crimson rivers flowing down. Humans. So interesting. Hearing the other one cry out for his comrade, Oshikuru unsheathes his broken weapon from the man's neck, brings it up, and the spear with it in a block, then stabs his neck too. The boss needs to have him kill more people, not capture them.*

*Seeing the elf run away, he readies thr spear he grabbed from the guard, and throws it with all his strength, the projectile sparking in the air. Like Zeus! But far less powerful. Speaking of where it's aimed at, it's going for the elf's legs He picks up his helmet and runs back after the elf. He's what, 20, 25 feet away now?*
Peter
*The poor 2nd guard doesn't stand much of a chance against Oshi's superior speed and strength, meeting the same fate as the comrade he tried to avenge, clutching his throat in a desperate act of saving his life to no avail. Blood sprays from his throat as the pressure slowly dies down from his failing heart, till eventually it becomes no more than a trickle as he falls to the ground, dead. Now that the two meat shields have been dealt with, it was time to return to the main hunt*

*In a resourceful manner, Oshi throwing the dead guards' spear will be the solution to end this meaningless chase, as the spear impales the unsuspecting elf's leg, sending electricity throughout it. The elf would attempt to toss the target, to the side as he fell forward and scraped his knees and elbows across the pavement. The elf would curse under his breath, and he attempts to quickly pull out of the spear out of his leg while touching wound with other arm that was glowing from magic. The merchant/target on the other hand would be slightly dazed from the sudden toss, laying on the ground with his fancy clothes covered in filth from the street*

"Wha-why am I on the ground?..." *He would mutter trying to gather his bearings* 

"I've been hit. This might be the end for me, so run quickly! Don't let my death be in vain!" *The elf would yell at the merchant, urging him to escape*
Barbara
*After the elf finishes speaking, a large crack can be heard as Oshikuru punches the elf's back, right in the center. Maybe he'll live, but he's not moving for a while. As for the target, he grabs him, and quickly runs back towards the pickup point. Fucking elves.*
Peter
*The elf would receive Oshi's heavy blow and cough up blood a loud snap could be heard. The elf would then foam from the mouth and lay on the ground, limp. Looks like the elf has finally been dealt with, and not wasting a single second, Oshi would be able to easily grab the target and run toward the pickup point. The merchant will have snapped out of his daze by this point though and would be struggling against Oshi's grasp, clawing at his eyes, kicking his back, spitting at him, anything to break free*

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?! Who sent you?! I swear, you will regret handling me this way!!"
Barbara
*Moving his face out of the way of the man's clawing, he grabs his shoulder, strong and hard.* 

"Shut up, don't resist, and I won't cripple your shoulder. It's going to hurt. A lot. And just so you know, I don't give a damn who you are, especially if you can't fight. And your protection is gone. You have no chance. So might as well shut up and deal with it!"

*This fucker. He thinks he can try to get away? How stupid. Oh well. He just continues running to the point.*
Peter
*The man's face would go pale at the mention of his crippling his shoulder and would stop resisting. Instead he would nervously smile and rub his hands together*

"You're a merc right? I'm a fairly wealthy merchant you know. Clearly you are stronger than the 4 useless ones I hired. So what do you say, let me go, and in return I pay you whatever I was paying them. Work for me instead"
Barbara
"No can do. Should have hired stronger mercenaries. They all got beat up my a Macen. How pathetic."

*Ah. Oshi's not that smart, and he knows it, but he's not an idiot. He knows what the boss is capable of, after killing the mercenary that he was unable to beat. He could have now, but he was weaker back then. He's not going to risk betraying the boss for gold. Those guys probably weren't even paid that much. So he just keeps running, looking like a Macen.*
Peter
*The Merchant would be slightly confused at your mention of macen and then point to the horns sticking out of Oshi's forehead*

"Uh, aren't you an Oni? Or did you forget you had those sticking out? Not that it matters, if you want me to call you a macen then by all means I will do so! Just please consider my offer. How much are they paying you? I can pay double, no triple! I won't even press charges for all the chaos you caused, and even help handwave the fact that you killed kingdom guards! I have a good amount of influence you know! Don't let this chance slip through your fingers!" *The Merchant would plead with Oshi, with desperation in his eyes*
Barbara
*Oshi would laugh at the remark.*

"Ah, very attentive! Perhaps I am an Oni. As for your wily words, I'm not easily swayed. And I don't even care about the guards! They're weak. Now, your being delivered, whether you like it or not."
Peter
*The merchant looks defeated by your statement and simply stares at the ground*

"So this is how I'm going to meet my end huh... So many people I owe favors to and so many others that owe favors to me. Won't be able to payback or receive them now.. To think I would have this many regrets left in life..."

*With that he would remain silent for the rest of your run. Eventually Oshi would find the alleyway and just like he had left, he would see the female leaning against the wall with a grin on her face*

"Ah, you brought the target! Nice, expected nothing less of you! Got any other heads to bring?"
Barbara
"Unfortunately, no. Unless you count the city guards. I can bring back the elf, though, if you want. Doubt he'll be moving soon, and I can bait him in. He seemed focused on saving this guy."

*Oshi then hands the man over to the woman, and places his helmet over his head. His horns once again breach his helmet, sticking out of the two holes in the metal skull.*

"So, want me to get the elf?"
Peter
*The merchant would look at the woman as he is handed over with a look of surprise that quickly turns into anger* 

"Y-You?! I see, so that's what happened. You set me up you bit-" *But before he could finish the sentence,the female would swiftly strike the man's neck, seemingly a pressure point, causing the man to fall unconscious. She would pull out a piece of rope from her purse and start to tie the merchant up while tilting her head slightly to speak to you* 

"Killed some city guards? Well then, looks like the job got rather messy then. Would rather leave than risk getting caught up in it. The boss only cares about the target anyway. Though, if you think you can get the elf here without much trouble, go ahead, but I got my own pretty face to look after, so no guarantee that I will still be here if I feel it's unsafe. Here's the pay for the target though, knew I could count on you to do that at least" *She would say with a wink.

*As she finishes tying up the merchant, she would toss over a pouch towards Oshi. Looking inside would be 800 silver pieces, just as promised*

"So you leaving, or going back out to hunt? Don't want to stick around if I don't have to. Got other things to do than wait around in a filthy alleyway" *She would say as she eyed the walls of the alleyway with disgust*
Barbara
"Yeah. Got quite messy. Even sacrificed my weapon to get this guy here."

*Oshi takes the gold. It basically gave him one gold after work. Yay. He'll need to work some more, aka bring back the elf. Hopefully it gives him 3 or 6 more, depending on if he lives.*

"I'm going to try to bring the elf back. He counts, hopefully. If you're not here, then I can always use him as a punching bag."

*With that, he leaves and tries to find the elf.*
Peter
*The female would let out a sigh, clearly disappointed that she had to say in the alleyway for a bit longer*

"Well, I sure hope you know better than to keep a lady waiting. I wish you good luck, you'll need it"

*She would lean against the wall once more and wave you goodbye as you head back toward the main streets. As you enter them, you notice it is a lot less crowded than usual. Not a huge surprised considering most people stayed away while you were running, knowing better than to stay near someone carrying a broken bloody sword and someone in their arms. But one would expect after heading back into the alleyways, the streets would refill as his presence was no longer there.*

*That was clearly not the case given the current lack of civilians, and instead Oshi would notice an increased number of armored individuals walking across around. No, walking would be too lax of a word, Oshi as a merc would be able to tell they were patrolling, looking around for someone or something, their arms tense and fingers wrapped firmly around their weapons. One could assume this is the city's response to his murdering, meaning it would be difficult to reach the elf from where he was currently. At least none of the guards had noticed him yet, and perhaps they won't even recognize him. But is that a gamble he is willing to take to reach the elf?*
Barbara
*Oop. That was a lot of guards. There's no way he's getting the elf without a fight from them. One or two, he should be able to take, but there seemed to be too many to handle. So, he would place his helmet back on his head, and leave the area and head back to where the woman was.*
Peter
*Returning back to the the alleyway the woman would be surprised, but then let out a small chuckle*

"Back so soon huh? Guess it's messier than expected. Appreciate you coming back like a proper gentleman. Would've been pretty upset if you left a fine woman like me hanging right after I asked you not to. Well, see you later then, unless you need anything?"
Barbara
"Definitely. You have no idea how many guards there are. They're all on edge after two of them were killed. Just so you know, the mercenaries are mostly alive. Not sure about the elf, but most likely the others. In case of a future job, the boss can just send another letter. I'll see you then."
Peter
*The woman blows you a kiss and a wink before walking deeper into the alleyway, dragging the tied up merchant behind her till eventually disappearing from sight. Oshi would be able to leave the province with very little difficulty as the guards hadn't gone into the alleyways yet.*

__***QUEST COMPLETE***__
3 pp rewarded
Bounty for human/oni form
Barbara
*Seeing the woman leave, he would give her a wave. Perhaps this would mean more jobs to the future. He would then leave and try to find a good blacksmith.*
Cathy
It was still night time out when Arthur had exited the forest, riding out on a magnificent air strider he managed to gain control of after his battle with the New Sunlight bounty hunters. Strapped onto the beast's back was a large bag filled with all of the items he managed to salvage from the corpses of the einerfin and the archer respectively, finding the bag inside a closet in the cabin he had fought in just hours ago. The man that had thrown that sort of poison at him would seem to have fled the area before Arthur was able to track him down, along with the water macen mage he failed to kill. Well, he did want to kill her as penance for trying to attack him, but at the same time wanted to use her to gather some information that he wanted to acquire about the whereabouts and well-being of his former party members, Mevis and Hitoshi. Even if they weren't as high on the ranking pyramid as he imagined them to be, seeing that they both had managed to raise their rank to squires in such a short amount of time, Arthur imagined that talks about the two would have been abundant, seeing that rising from the very bottom rank to the rank of a squire as quickly as they did would have been unheard of; at least, in his opinion. Maybe they were even higher right now - it had been a good while since he last peered into their affairs with New Sunlight.

However, he wasn't as interested with their actions within the guild as he was their own well being. Deep down, he still saw the two of them as his dear friends, occasionally reminiscing on the times they had all spent together. That one mission where they had to subdue a couple of barbarians as a team? Easily taken care of. Hell, if they were both here to back him up against those bounty hunters, it would have exponentially easier than dealing with all three of them alone. Although they all based their styles around close combat, if he remembered correctly. Three fighters were better accustomed to taking on three opponents at once rather than having one single person go, outnumbered, against a small group of enemies.He really did want to go on more adventures with the two of them some time, but he knew as the current circumstances stood, there wouldn't be a chance to. He was a wanted criminal with an insanely high bounty, and with this recent outing, it was bound to get even higher. Mevis and Hitoshi? They were his exact opposite. They worked for the 'good guys.' It was only common sense that both parties wouldn't be able to reconcile peacefully - at least, not for a long time. The brief instances where he had met the two of them seemed to have weakened their social bonds rather than strengthen them.

With Mevis, when they had both coincidentally happened upon each other when they were assigned to eradicate a cave of undead, they hadn't exactly been on the most friendly of terms. Arthur had left the scene as soon as he had received his pay from his employer, leaving Mevis in the dust. Looking back on it, that probably wasn't the best thing to do, was it? Mentally, he gave himself a hard slap for acting like such a dickhead towards him. He wanted to reconcile with the two, didn't he? So why did he act like such a complete asshole during one of the only times he would probably ever see his former friend again? Perhaps it was something going on in his mind that caused such a lapse in behavior, or perhaps his thoughts were on something else that day. He didn't know, but what he did know, or what he imagined he knew, was that he had given Mevis even more incentive to try and bring him to the authorities for judgement - the last thing he had wanted to do.

With Hitoshi, he recalled the two of them having a somber conversation in a dark alleyway the last time he had visited New Salvainia. She talked about how she didn't want Arthur going down 'her path', which was something he had yet to fully understand what she meant even to this day. However, he could infer on the meaning behind the words that she uttered that day. It was obvious that she had done something in the past that she was duly ashamed of, something that she yearned to erase from the depths of her memories. That much was easy to guess on, however, he had yet to discover 'what' she had done. It had to be something huge, otherwise it wouldn't have affected Hitoshi as much as it seemed to. He still had no idea on what exactly that could have been, but he didn't really want to find out. Arthur felt that would be being too intrusive, especially if it was something that traumatized her as much as it did. When they had departed that evening, he was painfully oblivious to Hitoshi's newfound desire to bring him to justice, something that Mevis and herself had both resolved to do. When he saw them as friends whom he couldn't be with due to circumstances outside of his control, they saw him as a soul who strayed onto the wrong path; someone who needed to be apprehended. Perhaps he needed to be taken under control for the greater good, but the last thing he wanted to do for the next couple of hundred years was spend his life wasting away in a cold, dull cell. It was quite ironic - he had become wanted due to breaking someone out of a cell, and it was likely that he would spend the next portion of his life in a room exactly like the one he had broken to let someone else free.

He walked out of the forest, taking a good look at the clear sky above him. For the first time in a while, he would feel a bit... Exhausted. Maybe it was due to the bounty hunters coming after him directly after he had came back from a mission from the Boss once more, or maybe it was due to the fact that he hadn't found enough time to sleep yet. Though, he found that hadn't really been needing sleep due to his turning into a vampire - rather, he found that he thrived more in the night than he did in the day, which was an obvious given. If he exposed himself to the sun for an extended amount of time, he would die due to the exposure. He'd probably burn until nothing remained of him but ashes, a fate which was ironic because he had dished out pain to most of his enemies in the same manner. His mind would drift from one thought to another, consisting of numerous "What should I do now?" Type questions, which came up with even more answers, most of which would be tossed into an invisible trash bin inside of his mind; a bin where all ridiculous and unfeasible thoughts were thrown into. For now, however, he needed to find a place where he could sell all of the items he had acquired. Obviously he couldn't re enter New Salvainia - the last time he attempted to, he only was able to enter because he was alone, and also had nothing weighing him down. He had entered from one of the side walls, through one of the smaller, poorer districts in the city. If he tried to do the same this time, which would be quite impossible, he would have to find a place to anchor his Air Strider, handle how to transport all of his items from one side of the wall to another, all the while not making any noise as to alert the government officials. New Salvainia was crossed out of the list of possibilities to sell his stuff.

Arthur would ride out on his newly acquired air strider, walking on a road. There wasn't any activity for as far as he could see; just himself, following a road that led to nowhere. Well, nowhere he knew, anyway. He sat comfortably on his air strider, patting down the soft plumage of it's feathers. Now that it wasn't actively trying to kill him, he really did admire the mount's beauty and awe-inspiring demeanor. The feathers were vibrant in color, ranging from a bright red to a deep purple, a shade of yellow that reminded him of a honeycomb and a hint of blue that reminded him dearly of the sky by daylight. He always found himself attracted to animals; this beast was no different. Arthur knew that this variation of strider was different from others, although he hadn't really seen any others in person. He had only seen illustrations in the constantly updating encyclopedia of beasts, and those all seemed to have a constant coloring of buttery yellow. This one, however, was completely different - it had a much brighter yellow that took up the majority of its body. The wings, which were currently folded in, hosted all the aforementioned colors from before. When they spread, they would surely just radiate a sense of majesty and power just from the sight alone, however he hadn't the pleasure of seeing that yet. Besides, however powerful and beautiful the animal was, he couldn't keep it. It would be a bother to him to maintain, and also would make his going-and-comings incredibly more inconspicuous. If he were to ride around on this creature, he wouldn't be able to transport himself as hidden as he wanted to. Up until now, even, he managed to transverse the various areas by himself without any assistance, including the time he hadn't turned into a vampire. He'd have to sell it, as much as he didn't really want to.

Some time later, he would happen himself on a small, sleepy town. It was dimly lit, seeing that it was still late in the night. He pulled out his father's timepiece, checking what hour it was. According to the instrument, it was around 1:02 AM. Unless there were still people running businesses until that time, there would be no point in trying to sell his loot at an armory in the town - the only businesses he knew that would stay up extremely late were taverns and blacksmithing smithys. Wait... Blacksmiths. He could sell his stuff there! Well, if there were any still awake at this dark hour. Arthur didn't really see any other alternative either, and he really didn't want to stay on the road longer than he'd have to. Although sleep wasn't necessary for his survival, it was always nice to pass the time by drifting off into the empty blackness of your own mind, was it not? He rode into the village, not sensing any sign of life throughout. However, there was one store in particular that caught his eye - the main reason he had come to the town in the first place. It was a blacksmith's smithy, and from the entrance, he could hear the faint panging of metal on metal, meaning that he was still awake at this time. He walked into the store, hoping to sell his wares, and after a few moments of haggling, he exited the store, now 13 gold richer and around 50 lbs lighter. Now, the only thing that was still encumbering him was the possession of the air strider. He needed to find a place to sell it, didn't he?

He exited the town, going back on the road. To his front, the road that led into the town was laid out before him, but to his left, another road leading past a great forest was also presented. There was no point in going back the way he came, was there? He led his air strider down the path to the left, walking a long time without any sort of disturbance. The stillness of the night air, combined with the occasional interjections of wild animals in the distance, would become an odd aesthetic he found himself to like to listen to. The hooting of owls, the sharp, piercing howls of wolves in the distance, along with the chirping of the night's animals would all combine to create a wild symphony which he found himself intently listening to. It was combined with the occasional gust of wind, blowing across the leaves, combined with the scratching of the air strider's feet against the ground. This went on for minutes; no, hours, perhaps even days, before he snapped back to reality by the loud, deep 'clopping' noise of a horse's hooves hitting the ground. This was soon followed by the gritting noise of wheels rolling along the floor, along with the jumbling noise of various wares in the back. He opened his eyes, which would reveal a large caravan with various wares inside, pulled by two stout looking steeds at the front. There was a merchant at the forefront, a lantern illuminating his face, and the two exchanged hand waves of greetings before continuing on their separate journeys. Arthur would continue on into the night, not coming across anything else of notice until much, much later.

About an hour had passed since he had sold the items to the blacksmith, and in Arthur's sight, there would be a large tent set up way in the distance, lit up with oil lanterns and magical lights. He made his way towards the tent at an increased pace, curious as to what lay inside. Was it a traveling circus? Or was it a stable? If it was any one of the two, he could probably sell the air strider there for cash. However, it seemed to lean more towards the latter rather than the former as he got closer, being able to notice fence posts bordering the back of the tent. Once he got near the entrance of the tent, he would be able to hear the quiet braying of animals at the front of the property. There seemed to be people inside of it, so he tied the strider to a post near the front, entering the structure. He exchanged words with someone at the front desk, who explained that, conveniently, this was a temporary market suited for selling magical beasts. They talked amongst each other, eventually striking up a deal to sell the air strider for 35 gold. However, due to some haggling, Arthur managed to sell the mount for an extra 15 gold, bringing the price up to 50 gold. Once they shook hands and the deal was done, Arthur brought his air strider inside the tent, the person at the front handing him a bag of gold. He made sure there was 50 gold inside the bag as the buyer sized the air strider up and down, exclaiming on what a 'magnificent specimen' this was. They finished checking out each other's goods, and Arthur finally left the building, 50 more gold in his coin pouch. He'd finished. He had sold all that he needed to do, and there wasn't really anything else to do in the night that was of utmost importance.

Deciding that he'd spend the rest of the night sleeping, he walked a ways off from the beast market, settling down in a forest where he knew the sun wouldn't reach his skin when he awoke. He settled down on a soft patch of grass, changing from his human form into his fox form. It was much easier to sleep as a fox in the wilderness, after all, considering that he didn't have any proper bedware to tuck into. Beforehand, he would strip himself of his armor, putting them all piece by piece next to him, along with his bag of gold that he had yet to sell. He would lean them all against a fallen, dead log that was behind him, hoping to god that some scoundrel wouldn't try and steal his property while asleep. He curled himself up until he reached a position which was more or less comfortable for sleeping, letting his fur take in the dew that was laid onto the ground. His body would slowly shift into the perfect balance between hot and cold, and he eventually went to sleep.

...

It was morning. He could tell because the instant a small ray of sun hit his cheek while in fox form, he felt a sharp, piercing pang of pain as he instantly jolted awake. Still in his fox form, he sprang up onto all fours, instinctively analyzing his surroundings as if he found himself in a fight. His peaceful silence quickly contorted into a loud yelp, and began to growl, turning his head back and forth, thinking there was something nearby that had tried to hurt him while he slept. He realized, however, that there was nothing that seemed to pose any threat to him; rather, he would fit in quite well with the forest background. The hooting of the owls were replaced with the high-pitched chirping of songbirds and sparrows, the wolves howling substituted with the soft, gentle whispering of the waving leaves swaying within the wind. He relaxed, realizing that the night had gone by peacefully, meaning that what had caused him that momentary bit of agony was just the sun. Well, at least now he knew that the sun would still damage his skin while he was transformed into a fox; that was something to take note of. He would make sure to find a better spot to sleep in next time, a spot that would completely block out any possibility of the sun's rays seeping through. His eyes snapped back to the fallen log, as he realized that if it were hollow he could have slept in there the previous night, but his expectations betrayed him as he circled to the back end of the log, noticing the lack of a hole within the fallen trunk. That was good - if he found a hole there, he would probably have smacked himself in the head, cursing his own stupidity. He would make his way back to the front of the log, taking in a final breath of the air as he closed his eyes before transforming back into a human.

When he finished his transformation, however, he would feel that his chest was especially heavy. Quite heavier than usual, actually. Did he have something stuck on there? Eh, it didn't really matter, did it? He'd just scrape it right off. Stretching a bit before he opened his eyes, he would look towards his armor as he brushed his right arm across his chest, a gesture with the intent to brush excess any sort of excess mass off. Instead, what he found was... A sort of odd, springy texture as he tried to forcefully remove... Whatever it was on his chest. Growing increasingly annoyed at whatever was stuck onto his chest, he dug his nails into one of the two bulbous entities that had grown on, attempting to rip it off. This would lead to him feeling excruciating pain, and because of this, he finally looked down to try and get a glimpse of what had managed to stick itself on.

... 

No, he had to be mistaken. 

...

NO, HE HAD TO BE MISTAKEN.

When he looked down at his chest... He saw BREASTS. And... They looked real. He inhaled and exhaled, opening and closing his eyes as he did so. He reasoned that he was still asleep, and he was only dreaming that he had, somehow, turned into a woman. Yes, that had to be right. Right? Right. He opened his eyes once more, and looked down. They were still there. And when he realized that this was reality, when he realized that he wasn't asleep, when he knew that he wasn't dreaming, and when he figured out that everything that was happening was indeed, happening. He squeezed them, trying to realize if they were... Like... Real breasts. After all, the only sort of real exposure he's ever had to the opposite gender were with his mother, and Ylisse, the captain of the guard from when he lived in his family's house. Were these... What actual breasts looked like? His pale face turned completely beet red once he realized, and then opened his mouth to scream. 

"WHAT TH-"

He covered his mouth. The voice that escaped was not his. His voice, even by his own standards, was higher than most adult men at his age - he sounded about 2 years younger than he actually was. However, this was completely different. It was way higher, even when he compared it to his own. It was the voice of a GIRL. Had... Had he swapped bodies in his sleep? He remembered a story that went along something like that, but he had literally no one to even swap it with. Besides, if he swapped bodies, then he'd be somewhere else entirely, wouldn't he? He was growing increasingly embarrassed for no particular reason as time went on. There was no one around, no one to witness his form, so why did he feel so... Flustered? He wanted to pound his head against the log behind him. Was he hallucinating? Most likely not, because he hadn't done anything to warrant such a disaster. He wanted to hide. He wanted to just shrink until he was barely visible to... Literally anything, really.

He dashed behind the log, crouching and bringing his head into his abdomen, and saw... An absence. An absence of something important, more important than his life, more important than his 200-gold-or-so bounty; it was more crucial to his health than a sword in his hand, more prideful to him than his magical abilities and prowess. He... He lost his ***Penis.*** He was horrified at the space that was present where his rod previously occupied, and suddenly it all hit him at once: The sudden increase of weight on his chest, his voice being exponentially higher than he recognized. The absence of his penis, as well as his hair seeming to have grown way longer than he remembered, which he just realized as it swept across his crouched legs. No, wait - not 'his.' ***'her.'*** He... Somehow, he transformed into a woman. He didn't know how, he didn't know why, he knew when but didn't want to acknowledge it, and he didn't know how to feel about this entire ordeal. He... He was a girl. A GIRL. He stood up, breathing in calmly between his nose, exhaling through his mouth. He turned around, facing the log, his usually pale face turning tomato red. He raised his fist, and punched it with full force into the trunk of the fallen tree. It hurt, but he recognized that the pain was real. This entire schtick - it finally dawned on him that it was reality. It dawned on him that he changed. Changed into... A girl. His - No, her - fist, when he looked at it, was bleeding slightly, and had scrapes of tree bark stuck onto it. She screamed internally, a mixture of disbelief and grief enveloping his mind. She rolled onto the ground in a panic for a while, becoming covered in wet dew, before stopping.

She would then lay down on the ground for a while, staring up at the fragments of sky that were visible through the leaves. Exasperated, Arthur would stay there for a long time, wondering if this was penance for his actions against the government, and if the gods were punishing his criminal acts. After all, the government thus far proved incapable of catching him. New Sunlight couldn't do it, so did the gods just... Just decide that they would punish her themselves? She lied down, beginning to accept her fate in disbelief. If it was what happened, then what happened can't be changed - she would have to just come to terms with her new body. Although she wouldn't fucking like it. Lying down on the forest floor for a while, she would eventually stand up, walking back towards the log where her armor, sword, and backpack leaned on. Because of her punch from earlier, they had all fallen over onto the ground as Arthur looked down on her items in grief. Sighing to herself, she would put on her clothes, then her armor, then her sword, still sheathed within its scabbard. The chest area felt much more constricted than usual, and was really uncomfortable compared to how it SHOULD feel. The gauntlets and leg armor still was relatively fine, though she still had to adjust their positioning slightly before it was tolerable. Clenching her hand in a fist, then eventually releasing the grasp, she would take a cloak out of her bag, draping it over her head. Putting her backpack on, which was still heavy with the gold ore, she would furiously walk out of the forest, and in a bout of fury, set a tree on fire. She hated this feeling. She wanted to go back - wanted to return to her original state as a man. However, the only thing she could do now is hope a miracle is bestowed upon her, since she hadn't had a clue on how this change had even happened in the first place.

...

It was a beautiful day.