Rain followed the former captive.  Not many had escaped the fire, and she blamed Sickle man for it.  She was a scrappy black haired thing, well fed, tall enough, and tough.  She got through the worst that the gang had thrown at her and earned her right to do what she wanted with who she wanted.  Once in a while now, some one would fuck with her, try to force her, but she quickly reminded them why she ranked higher.  Her knife skills were good, but only because she was fast.  Rain didn't know why, but her hair kept coming loose and left her with a strange patchy hair style.  She shaved it all off after that.  All except her bangs, and the stuff that hung down in front of her ears.  She was no tracker, but she kept the firestarter in sight, or never out if it for long as she followed him into the forest, bent on revenge.  Dark clothing patched multiple times was all she wore.  Knowing nothing about the bush, and forests she followed off the path, but could hear herself trampling the ground.  It was stupid following him into the bush, not knowing his skills.  Reaching a clearing, she stepped into the middle of it after losing sight of him once again, sure he knew he was being followed.  "Come out murderer.. death, sickle man.  Pay your dues"  She might have been pretty if she was cleaned up, if she hadn't the scars all over her body from fighting, if she hadn't lived a hard life.  She had good teeth, was strong, and fought for her food, and got her drink near the top.  Now she would have to do it alone.  She was working herself into a frenzy.  The mushroom wasn't helping.  She was almost to the point of seeing red, and irrational, knife in hand.  Her rare and precious weapon.  He had two, but she knew he couldn't use the big one in close quarters.  Not effectively anyway<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>