Though most of the S.E.M. had followed Faust out into the streets, a few could still be seen gazing from the windows of the old broken-down hempstead building.<br/><br/>Gazing out in anger at the situation outside of the building, a thin, brown-furred fur begins cracking his knuckles.  A large ear flicks off a fly that had landed on it, as short, fanged teeth are clenched.<br/><br/>Looking out to see Faust smirk at the leader of the humans outside, the fur spreads his leathery-winged arms out in disbelief.  "What the hell is he doing!?  The Resistance isn't our enemy, the House of Shenzai is!!"<br/><br/>The bat fur turns towards those who had remained in the building- those who had decided not to follow Faust.  "Look, Karogen had some good ideas.  But look where it got him!  And Faust... something doesn't seem right with him.  Karogen would have never had us leave this building while there was still fighting going on."<br/><br/>There was silence in the room for a short while.  The bat fur shook his head.  "I know we wanted peace.  But sometimes, you do have to pick up your weapon and fight for what you believe in!!  Right now, everything is in chaos.  Organized protests can't do ANYTHING in this insanity.  I say we go down there, and join the Resistance members who are around this building."<br/><br/>There were whispers and murmurs going around the room.  A few of the S.E.M. members nodded thier head in agreement, but remained still, returning thier gaze to the windows, the whispers dying back into silence.<br/><br/>The silence was broken by another voice- the voice of a human female, shouting out to the others as she moved towards the bat.  "Jenten is right!! How long can we sit and do nothing!?"<br/><br/>Jenten blinked, watching the small human approaching him.  Her black hair was tied into a tight braid that reached past her knees, her thin frame moving hastfully and with purpose.   Even with his poor vision, Jenten knew who it was.<br/><br/>"Emiko..."  Jenten smiled sadly, speaking quietly towards her.  "You don't have to do this...."<br/><br/>Emiko smirked towards him, her dark brown eyes gleaming with competitiveness.  "What, and let you get all the glory once we stomp The Bitch into the mud?  Dun think so, hun."  She turned back towards the dozen-or-so leftovers of the S.E.M., smiling her confident smile.  "So, who's with us?  You all believe equality is worth fighting for!! We've all fought together, long and hard, through peaceful demonstration."<br/><br/>Jenten rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself softly.  Once you started Emiko on one of her motivational speeches, there was no stopping her.  He continued listening to the sound of her soothing-yet-strong voice.<br/><br/>"We've fought for a cause!  Tell me, is something worth fighting for, if it's not worth dying for!?  We all know the time for peace has ended!  We have done all we can without violence, now it's time we REALLY put our point across!"<br/><br/>Only one stirred, and walked over towards Jenten and Emiko.  Jentnen looked the newcomer over. A large Tigress half-fur, with aurburn-and-black hair cut short grinned excitingly.<br/>"Yah, I've had it with the peace crap.  My dad had me join this group, and now he's just sitting around outside."  She stretched out her body, grinning, ready for action.  Though by no means masculine, her body seemed to be etched for power and speed.  Her tank top revealed firm abs, her shorts revealed powerful legs, still strong from her tiger ancestry. "Name's Marice, nice ta meetcha."<br/><br/>Jenten blinked, squinting at the Tiger girl.  "Marice?  Sellin Tiger's daughter?  You're only sixteen!  You shouldn't be fighting at all!"<br/><br/>Emiko smirked.  "She's quite able-bodied, and she seems to be all for it.  I don't have a problem with it."<br/><br/>"Yes!!"  Marice smiled, jumping up and down.  "C'mon, let's leave the rest of these loosers and join the war!"<br/><br/>Hesitantly, Jenten nodded.  Emiko gave her confident smile as they walked out the door.<br/><br/>"Hey, wait!"  Called out a voice.  the three stopped to see and old wolf, huddled in a corner.  "I'd join you... but I'm not quite as strong as you youthful people.  But I can help.  Going out unarmed would be foolish... I kept a pistol in my room, under my bed.  It's an old vintage revolver, a family hierloom. Room 821.  There's six rounds in the case with the wepon, and another twelve in the closet... also...."<br/>The old wolf seemed to hesitate before speaking.<br/><br/>Emiko tapped her foot impatiently.  "What?"<br/><br/>"...Well, I know there's a bladed weapon, in Karogen's room, next to mine... I've seen him polish it from time to time."<br/>This created quiet whispers from the others.  Why would Karogen have a weapon?<br/><br/>"I call dibs on Karogen's weapon!" shouted out Marice.  "Where did he keep it, what does it look like so I'll recognize it?"<br/><br/>"Well... you'll hafta search his room for it, young lady, but if I recall, it's a pair of blades called katar.  You hold them with a closed fist and punch straight into the enemy.  Think I've also heard them called 'punching daggers'."<br/><br/>"Thank ya, mister!! C'mon, you two!"  Marice practically dragged Jenten and Emiko out of the room.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before the three of them walked from the entrance of the building.  Emiko, sliding the revolver into a leg-holster, tapped the nearest Resistance soldier on the shoulder.<br/><br/>"Excuse me.  I believe the three of us would like to join you."