Kishin Hunting"Your mission is to travel to Canada to dispatch of a Kishin soul that resides there. Do you understand and accept you mission?"
A tan woman with black hair and sunglasses nodded. "Yes, sir. Come on Alana, let's move out."
"But, Azura, should we wait until-aaah, that hurts, that hurts that hurts!"
"Good! Now move before I make you clean the apartment on your knees!"
Alana crept along the rooftops of the small village, looking for a sign of the Kishin she was supposed to be dispatching of. She carried a bow in her hands and an arrow was loosely nocted on the string. Her weapons, Stoat and Azura. Blue eyes scanned, scanned, scanned. Finally, they closed and she searched with her soul.
"I found it!" she exclaimed excitedly moments later.
"Shhhh!" The bow in her hands hissed. "Do ya want the entire village to know we're here, ya moron!"
Alana drooped. "Sorry, Stoat. . ."
"Just go, already," the quiver at her hip ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." The white-haired girl sprinted over r