as Gunnar saw it was to hit the enemy and not to let them hit you. Well in this forest of trees anything could happen. How were they managing to just swing those huge swords around and not get tangled up or trip over something lying on the forest floor?

Cautiously, cautiously, he picked his way from the rear of the fight where he had dispatched those two unsuspecting enemy flankers using his own ever quick reflexes and his specially designed throwing knives.

They were smaller than your average eating knife and had rounded handles that were turned at the ends a special way so as to enhance their release with either a full arms movement or a simple wrist flick. He had gotten the idea years ago from a traveling circus performer. Over the years he had perfected the exact shape and weight for what he needed. His meeting with Ian was indeed fortuitous. Ian was the perfect combination of adventurer/inventor that Gunnar needed to make many of his ideas practical and concrete. It was Ian who had introduced him to the Magyar belt, a leather device for holding his knives in such a fashion as to facilitate rapid fire should he need to let loose a salvo on short notice. The sling of the belts did not hinder his normal movements and his knives were always within easy reach of his fingers.

His head popped around a tree just in time to see a samurai cut a man in half. Well to be more precise, to see a man cut himself in half with help from the samurai. He blinked. Would he ever get used to this “Death has a Style”?

He whirled as the glint of grey rushed passed Yorihito. *Snarl and chomp.* *Slash from the samurai's sword and another man lay dead, though this one with not much style at all. Now the wolf turned and “Woo, what sharp teeth you have Grandma.” He was staring at the face of a very large full grown wolf, which was about to attack the samurai. As he was lifting his hand to throw a dagger at the wolf, damned if this guy didn't wave him off. Straight as a jack man, he meant for Gunnar to scram.

Hey, enough said, if he thought he could handle it, Gunnar was out of there. Weird things go on in dark forests.