Damita wouldn’t know that she’d gotten a kill, nor did she want to know at that point, having scrambled off as fast as her feet would take her as soon as she’d made sure that all the men were dead. Toho had handled himself well; she shouldn’t have interfered, although it was too late now. Out of sight of the bleeding carcasses, Damita let herself collapse back against a tree, hands over her eyes as she sought to rub away the images that had been burned into her mind.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath through her nose, Damita reached for the gun, cradling it in her palms; a lot of good it would do her now, out of bullets – Nor she did have any more with her. Pale face turned as she heard the snap of a branch underfoot, caramel locks hanging in wild disarray around her face. Gaze moved from the beast’s feet all the way up to his face, the teen’s face grave. “Toho…” She whispered, “I’m sorry.”<br/><br/>