Hiroshi stopped under the noon sun as some beasts howled just ahead of him. He shielded his eyes and gazed towards the horizon, only to spot a modestly sized pack of Hykals. Confident that he could handle these scavengers, he glared into the eyes of the largest Hykal, foolishly believing that establishing dominance over one would grant him protection from the rest that began circling about him. As he became increasingly aware of the impending danger he was in, his eyes grew wider and his breath more rapid.
"Well . . . " the shinobi absently commented as he swallowed as much of his trepidation as he could muster and adopted a traditional hand-to-hand martial stance. "This doesn't look good."
"Wow! Such genius! Much insight!" Unmei mocked the man that was its host before growling internally at him. "I suggest you let me take care of these pathetic mutts . . . unless you really want to fill their bellies."
"Unmei-sama . . . " he thought with a weak smile; despite the tension between the two, each had developed a mutual respect for each other. However that bond faltered as Hiroshi reached for his headset. "I'm sorry Unmei, but I can't trust you just yet."
"Can anyone read me?" he started his distress signal. "My name is Miyamoto Hiroshi, and I'm engaged with a pack of ten or so mocking dogs somewhere within the village. Requesting immediate assistance, over."
"You can have your fun for a little bit, but I can't let you loose."
[MFT]