"What the Fu-" -His thoughts were cut short as the bullet passed through his head, splattering the greenery behind him with a red mist. He slumped forward over his rifle, then fell down the hillside where he was posted, rolling into a bloody mangled heap at the bottom.- -Ammourette stood, quickly pulling a hood hidden underneath her long black hair over her head. She didn't turn to look at Desmond but rather the long road stretching away from the Dojo.- Thank you. -Her voice was a meek whisper compared to earlier.- I should go now...