Fate and Freedom VII: A Rage Quelled

Gale, Skylar and Makoto slithered through the maze of Kasai's back alleys, meandering around soldier patrols, scampereing through the dark and the damp like sewer rats. After a few close calls and near misses with soldiers, the trio finally stopped to catch thier breath.

In the instant before conversation began, Gale noticed how all of them had the same clothes as thye had had for the last month or so, except Makoto, who now wore a reverible black robe with yellow highlights instead of the traditional green and gold Sennsei's robe of Hyoku. Her sliky, deep purple hair was so long that it dangled mere centimetres off the ground, ited back into a pony tail at the base of her head and at the very tip (the tip was tied with a strange ornament with the Ying and Yang symbol on either side). She had also taken the time in hiding at Hiro's place to train in physical combat. She had revealed that she had always had a knack for martial arts-style combat, but she had used the past month to train using a matenbou, a stick that was about as high as a person is tall. Its colours matched Makoto's own; it was black, with yellow highlights at either end, which had the strange ability to respond to telepathic commads, like returning to Makoto like a boomerang when lost or dropped, or piring like a missile when she wanted it to. it also turned out that, as well as being an earth Descendant, she had some of the fire wyrm's power instilled withing her, as she found out the hard way that she could conjure up great bursts of whitish flame at times.

-rest tomorrow-