A gentle breeze prevailed through the green foliage of the silent forest, illuminated only by the moon’s pale light. The serenity suddenly broken by the clatter of leather, metal stomping crushing the plants and twigs beneath. Twenty men rushed through the forest, each wearing a heavy military vest, and wielding rifles. Their destination, a small building said to house a terrorist group.

 With a hand signal, the commander of the men ordered the others to surround the house with a hand signal. One by one the men got into position, the commander scanned the area for any clues as to the nature of their target. Without warning the front door opened up, the commander and his fellows quick to raise their guns at the perceived threat, their fingers twitching at the trigger. However instead of some enemy as they perceived it was a woman wearing nothing but a kimono, with some manner of weasel on her shoulder. The wind seemed to pick up slightly as the door slid open, causing the leaves to rustle more audibly. “Yes ma’am, I heard you just fine.” The woman spoke, back towards the soldiers, addressing whoever was inside, while idly scratching the weasel’s head.  The man seemed hesitant to fire, there wasn’t enough information to act. The woman turned around on the heel of a foot, the wind seeming to pick up even more fiercely carrying with it leaves which flew about in the air, obscuring the soldier’s field of view for only a second. Within that second the commander had noticed something, and his heart sank as he soon regretted his inaction in giving the command. The weasel, the one on the woman’s shoulder was gone, and in her hand a large scythe.
“Fire!” the man desperately shouted, though by the time the words left his lips, the woman had dashed into the forest at impossible speeds. Gunfire filled the air as the soldiers shot at the target before she vanished into the trees. Screams filled the air, as one after another men fell to the scythe wielding woman, who rushed from one target to the next, cutting them down as if they were mere twigs. Those who saw the woman, saw only her fierce, graceful movements before sudden pain signaled the end of their lives. The commander could only listen as the screams died down into death groans, and then he met face to face to the monster who had slaughtered them all, her eyes glimmering with pride and power. Quickly the man pulled out his pistol and took three shots at the woman, who was quick to use that large blade of hers to deflect them, well most of them, the last bullet had struck her shoulder. He had done it he hit her, and now was his chance to follow up while she recoiled in pain… or so he thought, before the woman swung that blade with her same arm, severing the man’s own arms from his body, before turning away to perch on a nearby rock, scythe resting on her injured shoulder. “I feel no pain, I command a power greater than most humans could even comprehend… am I not your perfect little soldier. Why do you need another?”