TaisetsuGardevoir
Look the delicate rose,be the serpent under it
Taisetsu slowly drifted towards the voices she had discovered. She was sliently wondering if there were others nearby. She thought she was wrong. She thought wrong. She gribbed the handle of her raiper sword... just in case. She may be a horrible battler but hopefully a drawn out sword would intimate the enemy at least. She glanced over her shoulder outwards of a tree she was hiding behind. The element of surprise would be her only advantage. She must not lose it.