The ground trembled beneath Saeko's feet, even as the man grappled at her - He'd cut only air, then cloth, tearing a jagged rent in the trailing sleeves of her kimono! But unarmored, armed only with her knife, the luscious kunoichi had to flinch back...<br/><br/><em>-What-</em><br/><br/>The wind smashed into her. Into *both* of them, really - The buffeting gust driving her back, the wind whipping around her...<br/><br/>-Right at the edge of the slope-! Dust skidded up, a gasp pulsing from Saeko's lips as they tumbled...Somehow, somehow, the man ended up on top of her - Her knife buried to the hilt, in his chest-! As he spasmed atop her, she wrenched her blade free...Shaking her head, dark spots dancing in her vision as she swayed to her feet. Magic...Sorcery. How had the last man learnt it? Either way-<br/><br/>He was too dangerous to live.<br/><br/>Her bloody dagger in her hand, Saeko stumbled forward - Her lissome legs covering the distance. She had to get to him - Had to strike him down-!