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Note: This begins some time after SoTT 5, to clear up any possible confusion.

"Are you sure we'll be ok? This feels really dangerous..." Trace muttered, shivering.
"That's why I had you go buy yourself some armor. Don't you have faith in me Trace-kun?" His catgirl friend, Kara, replied with a grin. "Trust me! We'll be fine, I know it!" Trace paused to look at her quizzically before looking around. They were in an alleyway in the warehouse district of the port town Shianae.

"Are you positive we got the right warehouse? This warehouse looks bigger then some of the major league stadiums in my world," Trace's voice trailed off, stepping away from the place. "You don't expect us to find one small gemstone in this monster within one day right? Imagine all the merchandise that's inside!"

"We should get moving then. We got a lot of ground to cover."

"But-!" Trace stopped himself, sighing as Kara silently opened the door, creeping forward. "Oh, wait for me..."

Inside, the building looked even bigger then outside, with only patches of dim light given off by sputtering torches. Boxes, barrels, and other paraphernalia littered what little Trace could see. "I knew I shouldn't have bought this chainmail..." Feeling the cold metal underneath his black tunic, he shivered.

"Ka-!" He covered his mouth with a hand, seeing Kara turning to glare at him.

"Will you keep quiet and stop complaining? You worry way too much! God, why do I deal with you?" Kara hissed quietly, turning back ahead. She'd come to a bend in the 'hallway', made from piles of junk, and peeked around the corner, ears and nose straining. The scent of poorly cooked food wafted across her nostrils, along with vague snatches of conversation.

/This language...where have I heard it before?/ She jumped, the sound of metal clanging echoing throughout the building.

She turned around slowly, fixing Trace with an evil glare. Trace looked up from the floor, slowly backing away from a barrel, several kinds of metal ammunition, arrows bolts and sling stones mostly, falling out like so much shiny blood. "You idiot!? What the hell did you do!?" She growled, readying her bow and nocking an arrow, heavy footsteps heading in their direction.

"It was an accident..." Trace muttered, shrugging as the first guard roared around the corner, an arrow quickly taking residence in his throat. He drew his zweihander, rushing forward as a trio of guards ran around the corner, an arrow skidding off an upraised shield. Trace ducked under a wild axe swing, slicing across with his blade only to be stopped by another shield, jumping away from a morning star. "I told you this was a bad idea!" He sliced savagely, his enemies shield again stopping his cut from piercing his enemies stomach, a spear glancing off the hilt, embedding itself in his shirt. At that moment, arrows sliced in on either side of Trace's head, burying themselves in the bodies of the guards.

Trace struggled free of the spear, lunging towards another guard as he rounded the corner.

After firing her arrows, Kara stumbled back, barely evading a warhammers devastating smash. "This is so not my day..." She dodged another smash, drawing her knife and nocking an arrow, trying to find a hole in the brute's armor. "Get out of my way! I need to help Trace!" She side stepped another chop, and loosed her arrow, the iron shaft burying in its eye. With a roar, it threw its arms to and fro, catching her in the stomach and knocking her against another barrel. As it reached out an arm to snag Kara, it shuddered violently suddenly. /What-?/ Kara started to wonder, running in like greased lightning, pounding her dagger home in its vulnerable throat. Kara looked around just in time for blood to splatter across her face. /This is...human. Oh no, Trace!/ She ran to Trace, leaning against a wall his shirt covered in blood. "Are you ok!?" She shouted loudly, grabbing Trace's shoulders.

"Can you not shout? I thought we were...supposed to be sneaking around..." He muttered hesitantly, coughing. "I'll be fine, just got the wind knocked out of me..."

"A-Are you ok? What's with all this blood then?"

"We need to get going," Trace muttered, standing up holding an arm. "We don't have time to lick our wounds..."

"You are hurt! Calm down, let me take a look at-"

"I said I'm ok, alright???" Trace grimaced, still holding his arm.

Kara grabbed his arm, but stood back, staring at his eyes. /W-What the hell??? What happened to his eyes!? Their blood red now...their supposed to be green.../

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Note: This begins some time after SoTT 5, to clear up any possible confusion.

"Are you sure we'll be ok? This feels really dangerous..." Trace muttered, shivering.
"That's why I had you go buy yourself some armor. Don't you have faith in me Trace-kun?" His catgirl friend, Kara, replied with a grin. "Trust me! We'll be fine, I know it!" Trace paused to look at her quizzically before looking around. They were in an alleyway in the warehouse district of the port town Shianae.

"Are you positive we got the right warehouse? This warehouse looks bigger then some of the major league stadiums in my world," Trace's voice trailed off, stepping away from the place. "You don't expect us to find one small gemstone in this monster within one day right? Imagine all the merchandise that's inside!"

"We should get moving then. We got a lot of ground to cover."

"But-!" Trace stopped himself, sighing as Kara silently opened the door, creeping forward. "Oh, wait for me..."

Inside, the building looked even bigger then outside, with only patches of dim light given off by sputtering torches. Boxes, barrels, and other paraphernalia littered what little Trace could see. "I knew I shouldn't have bought this chainmail..." Feeling the cold metal underneath his black tunic, he shivered.

"Ka-!" He covered his mouth with a hand, seeing Kara turning to glare at him.

"Will you keep quiet and stop complaining? You worry way too much! God, why do I deal with you?" Kara hissed quietly, turning back ahead. She'd come to a bend in the 'hallway', made from piles of junk, and peeked around the corner, ears and nose straining. The scent of poorly cooked food wafted across her nostrils, along with vague snatches of conversation.

/This language...where have I heard it before?/ She jumped, the sound of metal clanging echoing throughout the building.

She turned around slowly, fixing Trace with an evil glare. Trace looked up from the floor, slowly backing away from a barrel, several kinds of metal ammunition, arrows bolts and sling stones mostly, falling out like so much shiny blood. "You idiot!? What the hell did you do!?" She growled, readying her bow and nocking an arrow, heavy footsteps heading in their direction.

"It was an accident..." Trace muttered, shrugging as the first guard roared around the corner, an arrow quickly taking residence in his throat. He drew his zweihander, rushing forward as a trio of guards ran around the corner, an arrow skidding off an upraised shield. Trace ducked under a wild axe swing, slicing across with his blade only to be stopped by another shield, jumping away from a morning star. "I told you this was a bad idea!" He sliced savagely, his enemies shield again stopping his cut from piercing his enemies stomach, a spear glancing off the hilt, embedding itself in his shirt. At that moment, arrows sliced in on either side of Trace's head, burying themselves in the bodies of the guards.

Trace struggled free of the spear, lunging towards another guard as he rounded the corner.

After firing her arrows, Kara stumbled back, barely evading a warhammers devastating smash. "This is so not my day..." She dodged another smash, drawing her knife and nocking an arrow, trying to find a hole in the brute's armor. "Get out of my way! I need to help Trace!" She side stepped another chop, and loosed her arrow, the iron shaft burying in its eye. With a roar, it threw its arms to and fro, catching her in the stomach and knocking her against another barrel. As it reached out an arm to snag Kara, it shuddered violently suddenly. /What-?/ Kara started to wonder, running in like greased lightning, pounding her dagger home in its vulnerable throat. Kara looked around just in time for blood to splatter across her face. /This is...human. Oh no, Trace!/ She ran to Trace, leaning against a wall his shirt covered in blood. "Are you ok!?" She shouted loudly, grabbing Trace's shoulders.

"Can you not shout? I thought we were...supposed to be sneaking around..." He muttered hesitantly, coughing. "I'll be fine, just got the wind knocked out of me..."

"A-Are you ok? What's with all this blood then?"

"We need to get going," Trace muttered, standing up holding an arm. "We don't have time to lick our wounds..."

"You are hurt! Calm down, let me take a look at-"

"I said I'm ok, alright???" Trace grimaced, still holding his arm.

Kara grabbed his arm, but stood back, staring at his eyes. /W-What the hell??? What happened to his eyes!? Their blood red now...their supposed to be green.../