You know how when you are friends with someone, you would think you would know when they are in trouble? Like in the movies, how one person can just sense when another is hurt. Well, that's how it was with me. Asuka hadn't been gone for more than five minutes, and I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I let it go. I told myself it was nothing to worry about. Besides, Asuka can handle herself.
Well, it was something to worry about, and I was a little more than upset. I was to help track, and I raced in front of everyone. I could smell Asuka's blood, and I had the scent of her attacker in my nostrils. He was not going to get away with this.
At last, we caught up to him. i chose to go down wind. The little punk wouldn't be able to handle such a large group and would try to run. Well, I'd be right there in his face if he did.
"What do you want with me?" the little creeper asked, turning to face everyone else. Fear passed through his eyes, and I could smell the fear on him. I could sense his heart was pounding heavily in his chest.
"We want our friend back," I growled, my nose only an inch from the back of his head. I wanted to reach up and tear out his voice box. But, the voice of reason surfaced and I refrained myself. I wouldn't be any better than him if I resorted to violence.
"Your all Halfers aren't you!" It was more of a statement than a question. He acted as though the sentence was a naughty word, something that shouldn't be said.
"What do YOU care?" Sora shouted, a cloud of anger passed briefly over her carefree face.
"You don't deserve to EXIST!" he bellowed at all of us. As though his threats could harm any one of us. He was dealing with a dragon, tiger, hawk, two pesky cats, a bear, a wolf, a highly ticked off rabbit, and a very angry mongoose.
Just then, Asuka woke up.
It seems as though whenever humans feel cornered, they always resort to violence. The guy pulled out a gleaming knife and lundged for Asuka in her weakened state. All of us dove, knowing he was going to hold true to his threat if he could get his hands on her.
I was the closest to Asuka, and shoved her to the side, taking the blow of the knife in the shoulder. Pain seared up and down my whole body. A normal knife doesn't usually have that kind of effect on me. I gasped in pain as I clutched the gash, the knife stuck in my arm.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he seemed to smile. "That's because, I know your weakness. It's made of mercury, all halfers' weakness. It's like silver and werewolves."
Asuka got up, her head clear, and lundged at the man, who was now weaponless.
