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Stealing he was going to have let it all end for stealing. Maki would walk over to her having been talking to the other man, they seemed to know each other from somewhere. Maki apologised to her, and would probaly be taken off guard by her slapping him straight in the face. "You idiot. Why the hell were you stealing. Not every thing has to be a fight." She shouted before the other man could answer Maki question. 

"If you needed money, I could have given you some. I've spent days looking after those men, and you were going to get yourself killed over stealing, and you pride."  She wouldn't stop shouting at him. However after the slap her arm would hang in the air next to him. "You'll protect me, as a corpse will you?" She asked finally having stopped shouting. And turning her back on Maki until she finished calming down. Giving the other man a chance to talk to Maki without her interrupting again. 

Gabriella splutter spitting out some her drink as she saw something come from the ground to stop Maki weapon. Blinking she could what she saw was truly happening and not just her imagination, or some drunken hallucination. Maki  shouted at the man, moving to attack again, and Gabriella could tell something was wrong. He seemed less confident, as if something held him back, but he was fighting through what every it was. 

Knocking back more of her drink, she tossed the bottle into the air above the fighters, more on the other mans side then on Maki's. Drawing her gun she fired at the bottle shattering glass would fall towards both of the fighters, hopefully making the separate or otherwise be covered in glass. "I told you a wasn't having you getting yourself killed." She shouted at the Maki. There question the Maki was asking did not fit with the story of the warriors in black so she didn't feel like letting him fight when it wasn't to attain his true goal. "Is it worth dying too soon." She shout at him once more, dropping her gun before she could be seen as a threat by the second demon. 

Gabriella looked out over the town, and Oda troops from her vantage point atop a small hill alongside her father and a few of his men acting as bodyguards. “Why are we here, father?” She asked not seeing why her father had made them come to oversee the work the army was doing on repairing the town. “I wanted to see first-hand what Oda is doing to help his people.” Her father replied. “You sell guns, knowing he has his army use them in pursuit of war and you care about his people.” Gabriella said rolling her eyes.


“Helping his people means loyal followers. Loyal follower improve his chance of conquest. Improving those chances means more men under his command, and that means more troops to arm.” Her father listed off. “And more men to arm?” He added questioning his daughter. “Means more you can sell.” Gabriella responded smirking, while her father was quite a caring man to her he was quite clearly motivated by greed. “Well why not help out, I’m sure it would impress Lord Oda.” Gabriella suggested. “That’s beneath us.” His said. “Not me, I could do with getting more exercise.” “Absolutely not, you’ll injury yourself.” Her father countered. Anger flashed up inside her. “I will not. Anything those men can do, I can do to.” She sharply shouted storming off down the hill.


Gabriella walked through the town, men were doing all sort of tasks. And she tried to help if only to annoy her father. First she tried helping to dig a well, but the use of a shovel was awkward and she realised that she was only slowing people down. Second she tried helping carry materials for building to those who needed them, but they were too heavy for her to lift without help, while those who helped her could do so with her aid easily. Third she tried sawing, but being unable to hold things stead, the saw was just as awkward as the shovel had been. In anger Gabriella threw the saw to the floor, stamped a foot into the ground to let out some her aggression, before giving in. Turning she started to head back for the hill that her father was at.


However on the way back, someone suddenly grabbed her arm. Luckily they grabbed her good one, otherwise in the mood she was in would have caused her to snap. Looking at the person who had grabbed her arm, it was a women quite homely looking and old. “Come come.” The women told her, letting go of her arm and leading her towards one of the building that had already been repair. Heading inside the smell of food hit her, along with the heat of fire. The women led her over to one of the pot hanging above an open flame. A large wooden spoon, inside it. “You want to help us thank you, nabanjin-san.” The women said bowing. “Yes but what is the use of being in here, I want to help out there.” Gabriella said not understanding. “Stir. Do something those hard headed soldiers would never do.” The women ordered before walking away.


Gabriella stood there for about a minute. This was light work, how on earth was this helping. But the women’s word won out. The idea of doing something while those men, strong and physically able couldn’t bring themselves to do. Gabriella started stirring, and followed instruction the old women called out to her. Eventually more women came. Carrying bowls, they held them out and one by one Gabriella filled them with the food. She felt foolish, like she was doing what was expected of someone who was weak. However she wanted to prove to her father that no matter the situation there would always be something that she could do.

Maki still felt he had to practise, well he was serious about becoming stronger so that wasn't surprising. Though when Maki mentioned her father her heart sank a little. "You're right. I need to get back before his ship comes to town. otherwise he would worry himself ragged." Gabriella agreed, still not liking it. "However." She would start pulling out her weapon and slowly loading it. "I'm kind of without guards. Take me to the next town where I could hopefully hire someone. As I don't wish to walk you at the Oda and let you get yourself killed." Gabriella would say sliding her gun away downing half of what was left in the bottle and throwing it to Maki. Before getting up and walking over to his horse. 

Gabriella smiled at the compliment. "Well it doesn't take two hands to read, or learn. Or two hands to have listened to stories and seen thing. Remember I am from the other side of the world." Gabriella explained, when you couldn't enjoy physical pursuit in life, you found the best alternative that you could. It had been stories of Japan from her father that had lead her to coming to the country, rather then others. And right now she was glad that she had.

"I've had time to learn other things, you had time to learn about fighting. 10000 hours practice is the mark of a true master. And i'm sure we've had that in the pursuits that we've followed." Gabriella would explain, complimenting the man's skill as much as he had her mind. 

Gabriella listened intently as Maki told her, his story. Before in a short burst of anger slamming his fist into the sand. He was physically strong, not just fast and skilled with that weapon he carried. Of Maki story the way he told it, something was off. "You don't mean this lands Katana, otherwise you would have used the word. Give me more of a description of these swords, the must be uncommon for them to have stuck in your mind as such." Gabriella asked not ignoring his fit of anger but still slightly wary off it. 

"They all used them. Isn't that odd, that they all used similar weapons, and ones not common. Maybe there is more to the design of their weapons and armour beyond intimidation, such as origin." Gabriella would explain her question, putting the bottle of drink between her legs and putting a hand on his leg, in hope of calming him a little so that he would think slightly straighter. 

Gabriella blinked at the offer Maki made. She wasn't sure how to responed. A demon out to kill other demons while protecting her from those she considered hers. It was a odd idea to be thrown around. Still not able to think of a response she sighed. "Why?" She asked, before realising that she didn't really care why. Just that he wanted to look out for her. 

She had taunted the man with his desire for vengeance for her own brief amusement, used him to get rid of her incompetent guards, and now he was offering to protect her to. Rather then waiting for a answer though she walked towards the sake shops entrance, staggering step. "I need another drink." Quite clear that she probably shouldn't. "And you can tell me more about demons, so I can see if my father knows anything. Money talks when held up to ones ear." She offered pushing her way inside. "Thank you." She added simply as the door closed behind her. 

Gabriella let a sharp exhale of breathe out at the pain of the Maki grabbing her arm. Feebly she tried to pull back but as the pain grew worse she gave in. " You think you can hide that bad arm from me? " Maki asked applying slightly more pressure. Cursing under her breath she tried to keep calm, even through the pain. Lashing out at him could be a damn sight more deadly for her then when she had hit the guard. 

"Let go." She tried to growl, to sound as anger as Maki had done interrogating the guards, but her voice came out weakly. "Go ahead mock me. I'm as useless as those guard because of this arm. It be no great loss I'm used to it." She managed to say her tone betraying that her words weren't true. There was no way she would manage to reload her weapon again, and fight back. "I'm just a girl at the mercy of a killer in black demonic armour." She would spit if he hadn't let go by the time she reached the words.

Gabriella would push the man to the ground with her hand when told. Refusing did not seem like a good idea, she had caused this, might as well see it though to it's thrilling conclusion. Reaching down she would recover pouch of money, before leaning back stretching her legs and nonchalantly holding the man down with a foot by pushing down on his injury, as Maki returned over to his horse before walking back over. 

Hearing Maki much deeper voice she quickly sat up again, to a disturbing sight. The man did truely appear like the epitome of darkness for a moments. But one thing she hated in other was judging people on there appearances. So many had to her back home, that she hid her defects. While this man stood here, and though dark, he definitely did not seem weak. 

The guard broke down at the sight, repeating what he had, pleading where he could. Most of what he was saying just a rumbled mess of fear. A foul odour filling the air. "Pitiful" Gabriella muttered, pushing her foot into the guy's chest at the realisation of what the man's fear had caused. "Disgusting." he added, these men were meant to protect her, he was a quiver wreak not just incompetent. 

At the question the man asked, Gabriella looked over the man's armour and helm that he had place on his horse earlier. Raising a eye brow, him seemed to fit the description of what he was asking of quite well himself. Maybe he had model his armour after the fact. A dark knight to kill, a demon. Gabriella wouldn't prevent him from pushing the blade far enough to cause the guard to scream out in pain. 

"Only rumour, old rumours. The sound more like mercenary from what I heard, but the could be anyone. Please don't kill me. If they took off that sort armour how would I now. If they are part of the Oda army the obviously aren't part of the normal rabble. The have to be higher up somewhere. Please.. plea..." The words came out in a spluttering stream, pain filling his voice, and well as fear and desperation. 

Gabriella actually pushed her hand down slightly causing the man's weapon to press slightly deeper. "And they wouldn't be 
Owari. I would have seen, they would be more rumour, they would have been seen please." The man continued from Gabriella's silent encouragement. She would turn her head to look at the extremely anger man wonder what he would do next. 

Gabriella watched as the man lost it, and suddenly manhandled one of the guards, before demanding her link to them. "My father's a trader, he convinced one of those he trade's with to guard over me during my stay in the country. Obviously though the Oda forces didn't think I needed competent guards." Gabriella explained not really phased by the man's action. She had been expecting them.

"Also he isn't really standing, and maybe you should ask a question he can awnser. Before you kill him and waste the chance. A dead man tells no tales." Gabriella suggested, gently placing her good hand on Maki weapons blade. "Don't waste the chance. Or that hate you hold to." Gabriella encouraged, watching the man was amusing to her. She wouldn't get her satisfaction, but this guy still could.