[b]The bandits expect the fire this time, and run around the fireworks. Only two getting hit in the chest and sent back in a barrage of colour and guts. They run to the rock, and a large man with a tan scarf around his face grabs the woman by the throat In a surprise attack. He holds her up to the cliff, squeezing tighter and tighter.[/b] "Go to sleep...go To sleep. Go to SLEEP. LITTLE. BIRDY!" [b]The woman's sight goes dark and blurry from lack of oxygen. Suddenly a red blur drops down from behind the man, and a curved bladed katana impales him in the chest. The bandits grip loosens and he falls to the ground, blood pooling around him. The woman also falls, but the red blur catches her as it shoots some sort of silver objects out of his wrists, making the bandits run for cover. It lets her to the ground softly, sheathing its blade.[/b] "Excuse me. Are you alright?" [b]The figures face comes into picture, just barely. But she can see that... It's a samurai warrior? In the middle of a hot canyon?[/b] "How many fingers am I holding up? If you'd be kind to answer?" [b]He raises his three fingers in front of the woman.[/b]