Horrible Sense Of Direction

Miyuki could only gasp and moved away when the first spear jabbed toward her. "Whoa, whoa!" She squeaked, both hands up in defense. "What did I do wrong?!" Had she accidentally caused some kind of damage? Horror? She had accidentally caused chaos over the years of her life, but they had become fewer and far between now.

Practice had indeed helped her perfect her skills.

After a long moment and listening to a man order the soldiers to back off, she found herself greeted by a man with short black hair, green eyes that seemed to pierce right through her, and dark skin. He was decently dressed, giving her the impression he was a soldier, especially with that sword held in hand.

"We're in what was Buckley Village." He said to her, answering the question she had asked before the assault.

"Oh," She murmured and finally dropped her hands to her sides. Fox ears falling back, shifted in place. Her boots scuffed and stepped, exposing her nervous nature. "Can you point me to the big city? I wanted to sell some of my herbal remedies and charms." It was what she was planning to do, but she had gotten lost.

For a kitsune, she had a horrible sense of direction.