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He was taller than her, everyone was. "That weapon? Where did you get it?" Usagi asked, her eyes narrowed. He had sheathed the blade, but the memory of it stood just behind her eyes. The Colourless December, the sunlight bouncing off of its blade. Behind her, the sound of someone making their way through the grass could be heard. "Let's form an alligence, if just for this battle." Usagi stuck a hand out, hoping not to be betrayed. Alliances were a fickle thing, since they depended on mutual trust, something that for Usagi, was hard to give out. Would he take it? Usagi wasn't sure. Something emerged from the grass behind her, Usagi jabbed her elbow into a stomach, the sound of intense pain coming from the creature. She whirled around, kicking its bent over form into the ground.
Usagi stepped over it gingerly, walking closer to the man. "What's your name?" She asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. The tall grass began to shift once more, this time, they were surrounded. "What's this? A little girl and a samurai?" It seemed that Usagi was not the only one with the idea to forge an alliance. The test had thirty minutes remaining, the number continued to drop. They were almost at half of what they had begun with. The people confronting them were all different shapes and sizes, with tails and extra appendages. Would aether be enough? She surely hoped so. Usagi did not want to reveal to this man her weapon. What if he was one of those rumored Princess hunters? This test was the perfect setting for murder. Besides... meeting a strange man in a field wasn't exactly the pinnacle of safety.
"Little girl?" Usagi scoffed, "big words coming from an oversized duck." Usagi rolled up her sleeves, not wishing them to get dirty. "What did you say you little brat?" The duck-man quacked, his beak lined with razor sharp teeth. "Quack, quack!" Usagi mocked, biding her time. Let the enemy attack first, it was easiset if they showed their hand immediately. "I'm gonna make you regret ever being born shorty!" He waved a feather-lined arm. Was it a wing? Usagi wasn't sure. Feathers shot out from his skin, slicing up the ground where she had once stood.