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The other Namahage boy stayed crouched on the ground, hand on Prince's chest. He talked quickly and sporadically into a cellphone. The operator on the end of the line was sending an ambulance, all too used to deaths and casualties at the yearly parade.
The commander moved forward, noticing finally what Kotori was staring at. Her weapon lay curled in her hands still, a stick that crackled with blue arcs of electricity, made in the image of a cattle prod. The girl was on her knees, hair now snaking limply on the ground. Deadly thorns on the tips of her locks. Covered in blood. She assessed the situation, peppering it with bold assumptions spun from experience. The girl was obviously a young recruit of rival forces, hired to infiltrate the parade and kill high ranking members of the military under the cover of a large gathering of civilians. Perhaps she had been aiming for Demine, but had managed to kill unlucky Prince who had sensed the danger- yes, it was all coming together now- seconds before the event had happened. Now the girl was attempting to slink back into the embrace of the crowd by pretending to be a traumatized member of the public, as she knew the enemy regularly instructed their recruits to do once they had carried out their order. It was harder to identify the perpetrator if everyone looked uniformly fearful, after all. Oh, the enemy had been genius to hire young, vulnerable looking girls to do the job, she thought bitterly. After all, who would suspect them? But Kotori had seen her just in time, and now Demine did too.
"Stand up and face what you have done!" She snarled.
Kotori moved beside the commander, holding her club. She was ready to assist Demine if the Namahage pulled anything else.
Sazae followed the commander's gaze and saw who she was hollering at.
"Isn't that Maiki? The traveling acrobat?" She asked Megumi, thoughts swimming. She recalled the familiar face on a poster for the parade. Megumi squinted, looking from Sazae to the figure on the ground.
The commander moved forward, noticing finally what Kotori was staring at. Her weapon lay curled in her hands still, a stick that crackled with blue arcs of electricity, made in the image of a cattle prod. The girl was on her knees, hair now snaking limply on the ground. Deadly thorns on the tips of her locks. Covered in blood. She assessed the situation, peppering it with bold assumptions spun from experience. The girl was obviously a young recruit of rival forces, hired to infiltrate the parade and kill high ranking members of the military under the cover of a large gathering of civilians. Perhaps she had been aiming for Demine, but had managed to kill unlucky Prince who had sensed the danger- yes, it was all coming together now- seconds before the event had happened. Now the girl was attempting to slink back into the embrace of the crowd by pretending to be a traumatized member of the public, as she knew the enemy regularly instructed their recruits to do once they had carried out their order. It was harder to identify the perpetrator if everyone looked uniformly fearful, after all. Oh, the enemy had been genius to hire young, vulnerable looking girls to do the job, she thought bitterly. After all, who would suspect them? But Kotori had seen her just in time, and now Demine did too.
"Stand up and face what you have done!" She snarled.
Kotori moved beside the commander, holding her club. She was ready to assist Demine if the Namahage pulled anything else.
Sazae followed the commander's gaze and saw who she was hollering at.
"Isn't that Maiki? The traveling acrobat?" She asked Megumi, thoughts swimming. She recalled the familiar face on a poster for the parade. Megumi squinted, looking from Sazae to the figure on the ground.
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