Lay down your arms

For emiko Running was one of her strong points, as she bolted round corner after corner, her legs hitting the pavement with just enough force to keep her at a steady pace. It wasn't someone in trouble, the girl, whoever she was seemed to be cursing karma and life in a spat of anger. There's something you didn't see everyday - and god, she was insulting everyone named karma as well! Unable to sustain herself, she laughed; loud and vigorous; not at her, but more or less at the hilarity of her situation. "Heh, I doubt every single girl named Karma appreciates being called a bitch." Having had to chime in with her own two cents, she moved over next to the girl and stretched out her left hand to help her up.

But her efforts were in Vain, the man who had been chasing her was none other than a Quincy with a warped sense of morals. He fired upon the two ladies. Emiko used her speed to avoid the Arrows while the girl was not so lucky. Emiko became infuriated by the mans uncaring for his fellow Quincy which aggravated her beyond extent but she knew she was no match for him; he had several years of Quincy lore and experience under his belt.

He continued firing arrows at her and she continued to dodge them barely. When she finally reached the corner of the street of her home it hit her that if she were to lead him to where she lived he would never stop hunting her. So she turned to face an arrow coming right for her as she dodged it and fired one of her own catching the Quincy off guard and hitting him right in his chest. It was unclear if he died or not but she knew that that was an opportunity to escape.