(OOC: Ok, scene is a massive field. Mountains running forever, forests surounding the field on which the battle is held. Ok, any questions?)

Yuko stood there as if in a trance, looking down at the pond that stood near the center of the field. Through his mask, he could barly feel the gentle breeze, or hear the birds singing gracefully. He missed it so, but he had to bare it. A sound was heard from the woods, the sound made him alert, looking towards the wandering soul that would cross his path.

Yuko: Why do people like you torment me so?......

Stepping out of the shadows cast by the massive trees, Sahari silently and swiftly scrutinized the person before her. She then leaned back against one of the trees, her left side facing the boy.
"People like me? There are none like me, just as there are none like you," she finally threw out in a disinterested tone. "And by the way, I rarely 'torment'...takes too much effort on my part. Much easier to ignore in my opinion," she drew one of her throwing knives and toyed with it, avoiding eye contact. He was too young to be worth her time, yet was odd enough to arouse the woman's curiosity. What would a child be doing alone, masked and armed in these woods?...Only those who wish to hide come here, she mused.
Giving him a sideways glance, she noded slightly. "What now, boy?"