<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-33k0HTMhZvI/VoZtz9mE7eI/AAAAAAAAOaM/A8WSrWw05H0/w500-h753/j.jpg)</div>Ujina Amaya was used to insult and scorn.  A past such as hers left many openings for others to comment.  Still none of those others had been so low of station as these men.  Spine straightened with indignation and fingers sought the blade of her sword.  Instead she felt only the comforting weight of her knife.  Knowledge settled on her mind that even if she won this fight, which she knew would come to pass, she would still lose the secretive war being fought.  More than her honor was at stake tonight even when striking down such baseless thugs.  Haru was forced to the forefront of her mind and she smiled with a fearful gaze.<br/><br/>Nowi was allowed to take the lead.  Allowed was likely the wrong choice as she seemed most proficient in these matters.  Haru meekly bowed her head in respect to the other woman’s words and raised an arm upward delicately to indicate the men to follow the other woman.  She inclined her head just slightly, innocently perhaps that the gesture exposed the length of her neck and set the glittering jewelry of her hair alight.  Each flicker of light over the trinkets of her hair slipped down the dark strands of her hair.  To follow such traces would be to pass into the Void of the intricate turns and waves of her the strands.<br/><br/>As if floating, she too would walk forward if they did not move.  Setting forward as if there would be nothing wrong or terrible to befall her.<br/>