Her silence was almos eerie. Her swift smooth movements brushing past leaves as they were carresed by the wind. She could, if she would choose, stand directly behind the cooking man, unnoticed. However, in her efforts to remain hidden, sh only managed to catch glimpses of him and his camp.<br/><br/>There was evidence of a struggle, cascades of blood in the dirt. No body, and no damage to the cart. Either the loser of this battle lived, or the winner had the audacity to lay hands on the dead. Either way, the cook did not have a katana on him, and had bandages on his right arm and the opposite leg.