<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Makatza - The Bounty Hunter</span></span><br/><br/>Makatza let out a yawn as she removed her hood letting it fall back along her back, Kale sat be her side his attention engulfed by the area around them. Some people were having violent outbursts about the line, it was hard times for all. Makatza rolled her eye's at the insanity of it all letting out a sigh her father had always claimed people were generally good but had to be taught how to be good. She had loved and respected her father but knew it was something far worse then that, some people were just made wrong something in them twisted.<br/><br/>But yet here she remained the sword of the people thats what her father called them. He said that they trained so had to be the saviors that the people so dearly needed. Except they got paid for it they family's had to eat too. Even the ones that didn't have two coins to rub together would gain her fathers help, and they were always true to there word at paying them back somehow. Makatza herself had not done this in the year of her fathers absence. The thought of her father made a slight ache grow in her which quickly turned to resentment. If her father had not been trying to rid the small town of scum maybe then she would have not lost him.<br/><br/>Makatza laid her head back looking up into the blue sky the sun's ray's warming her skin she swallowed the feelings that had appeared. With the feelings gone she pushed herself up and approached the men who were quarreling over there spot. As she dealt with them quietly Kale stayed by her side being a intimidating sight.