Not bad. Go on.
Alpha lunges at Watanabe. Watanabe crosses his daggers to block Alpha's perforating thrusts.
What are you people scheming again?
Well. Just a mere hunt.
A hunt?
Quite. You people were just a few uninvited guests.
Sensing Alpha laxing from speech, Watanabe rotates his dagger and redirects her blade to the ground. Stepping on the false edge of her blade, Watanabe hops airborne.
Oh. My apologies then.
Watanabe somersaults midair. Using the downward pull of gravity, he launches a wind-tearing cut at Alpha.
Alpha, on the ground, leisurely raises her blade behind her head, taking on an inviting stance.
The blades clash. Sparks flash. The two find themselves locked in a bind, but none of them could maneuver their weapons into functional offense. They push off each other to put distance between themselves.
A dagger scratch finds itself planted on Alpha's arm. Red vital fluid seep out from the gash.
What's the matter? Out of breath?
Well... You lot aren't our target this time. Though you did cause some trouble for me... You sure you want more?
Why don't we... make a deal?
Alpha points her blade at the Forsaken who have fallen to the ground around her.
We call it here, and your companions might make it if you patch them up in time.
Hah... Nice try...!
One of the Forsaken on the ground fires his gun shakily at Alpha, but before the bullet could reach her, Alpha casually deflects it with her blade.
...
Clark, take our wounded to the medics.
Wise decision.
Goodbye it is, then. I still have to make sure our prey is arriving at the right spot.
What did that man do?
Alpha puts away her Katana and walks toward her motorcycle.
...He chased after a false truth.
Under the wary gazes of the Forsaken, Alpha rides on her motorcycle and turns to face Watanabe.
T'was fun.
Hmph. It won't just be a scratch the next time you step into Forsaken territory.
Heh. I can hardly wait.