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an eerie athmosfere filled the air. Patchi ignored it as the predator responded
"Uu! Remilia is guarding mister bridge! no shitty manju can pass!"
The sun was finally hiding, and a cold wind started to blow. a chill ran through patchi´s body.
'It´s just the cold' Patchi reassured herself
"Scared? Remilia is very strong, its fine to be scared!"
Patchi noticed the sound of some liquid dripping to the ground
'Its going to rain, we have to finish this quickly' yet patchi did not say a word, nor one of the yukkuris at their side
After all, they had noticed 'it' too, and were passing for the same process that patchi, although in a less complex scale
"Did shitty manjus regret making remilia angry? well too late now!" The predator seemed to be pleased looking at the faces of pure terror from the shitty manjus that had the guts to order her around. 'How did they dare!' she trought 'Challenging remilia when nightfall was this close'. The predator conveniently forgot the other implications of nighttime, but that didn´t matter anymore
'tip'
'tip'
the blades made almost no sound as they digged a small scar on the post at both sides of the bridge. At this point, even the Sakuya noticed 'it', showing her back to the group with no concern of an sneak attack
"too late now~" 'it' said with a sadistic, delighted tone, revealing her presence even to the oblivious remilia.
'No fucking way' Patchi´s mind finally managed to form a clear trought, as she stared at the Devil in front of her