[Graceful Reaper]

Ronoro stood up, he felt different in a way he couldn't explain. He looked up at his brother. "That one was... different. Blue flames are the symbol of the devil..." Ronoro said as an afterthought.

[Darc Crusada]

"What are you talking about Ronoro?" Raxion asked helping his brother to his feet.

[Graceful Reaper]

"I just... don't know how to explain it.." Ronoro said confusedly. "Lets just go." he said walking back into the house.

[Darc Crusada]

Raxion followed his brother back into the house and sat down leaning his back against the wall.

[Graceful Reaper]

Ronoro grabbed a cot and immediately began to drift off to sleep, trying to gather his thoughts on what had just happened.

[Darc Crusada]

Raxion also fell asleep with his back up against the wall and his sword laying across his lap.

[Graceful Reaper]

As Ronoro drifted off to sleep, he had an unsettling feeling. An icy feeling crept at the back of his throat. He had a feeling whoever had to tried to attack him would show their face soon...

"Tch... damn.. couldn't kill the little brat.." a young man who looked to be in his early twenties said as he emerged out of the forest near Raxions and Ronoros new hideout. He neared a waterfall and sat down next to it. He had dark red hair which swept down on his face in a bowl cut fashion. He was wearing a monk robe with a bright orange flame pattern on it. On his side, a peculiar rifle almost as big as he. The rifle had a light purple design pattern on it. "They'll feel the heat of my flames yet..." the monk said as he begun meditating by the waterfall.

[Darc Crusada]

Raxion slightly woke up as the sun was starting to rise.

[Graceful Reaper]

Ronoro woke out of his sleep, yet he didn't get up. he instead just looked up at the ceiling blankly. Lost in his thoughts about the previous day.

The monk arose from the ground and stretched. "Nghh... all right. 'Bout time I kill my bounty..." he said as he slung his rifle over his shoulder and begun walking back towards Ronoro's and Raxion's hideout. "Hm... sun up... I'll need to be stealthy about how I approach them.." the monk said as he stood untop of a tree branch near the houses' window. The rifle in his right hand as he observed the scene inside the house.

[Darc Crusada]

Raxion got up and walked outside stretching, "Are you up Ronoro?" He asked looking at the pale blue sky.

[Graceful Reaper]

Ronoro got up and neatly put his cot away. He then walked over to his brother. "Yeah.. I'm up. Now what?" he asked half interested.

The monk still sat in the tree, spectating Ronoro and Raxion. "Hm... better not approach them out in the open. Maybe I could... yeah.. that'd work.." the monk said to himself as he split apart his rifle and it formed into two shotguns. "Now to just wait for the right moment.." he said with a wide grin on his face.

[Darc Crusada]

"We need to get some tree branches with thick leaves to put on top of the roof," Raxion said, "So you can either go get that or cook breakfast." He added looking at his brother.

[Graceful Reaper]

Ronoro scoffed at his brother. "Cook? Right..... Wanna go eat some tree bark instead?" he said with sarcasm. He sighed as he pulled out his sword and prepared to cut all of the tree branches in his proximity with a few slices.

The monk gawked. "Is he gonna?!" he said worriedly as he quickly jumped onto the hideous roof hoping his cover wasn't blown.

[Darc Crusada]

Raxion shook his head as he went back into the house and brought out the bag of deer meat. He started a fire quickly and started cooking the meat.

[Graceful Reaper]

Ronoro let looses his barrage of slices, simultaneously as he did so branches begun falling from trees. With a grin, he sheathed his sword and begun picking up the fallen tree branches.

The monk let out a sigh of relief. "Geeze, that was a close call... these kids are amazing. I can see why satan...." he trailed off. "Better launch my plan quickly, no telling what else will happen." the monk said.

[Darc Crusada]

Raxion sat there with his legs crossed his sword laying over his lap. His eyes were closed as he meditated listening to all the sounds of the forest. The winds slowly started to pick up.