There was a discerning uneasiness in the air tonight, a chill burned your cheeks and the distant sounds of Crows made the hairs on your neck stand on end. Hayate and the others in his small four-man cell held tight to the shadows as they edged closer to the outrider’s camp. A week had passed since he and the others first got word of this small encampment a day's walk from Folirande. They had visited it once before under the cover of night, observing their cruel treatment of their captives and confirming the nasty rumors they heard about em. It was a hard decision being a of the Castiagrs himself, but these men would not be allowed to continue. Though the the looming dawn of war was close upon them the Brotherhood would never command the respect of the citizens if men like these were free to plunder and institute their own brand of justice.

“Hold,” he whispered with one hand up. Ahead he could see through the tree line as their captive received a swift hilt to the face. Hayate fought the urge to flick a shuriken from the shadows to aid the poor man, but patience was the key. It didn't really matter what he had done to wind up in his situation, rumors stated that they killed and tortured for fun, this foreigner had no chance. “Petra in the trees, Ioder on me, Damien watch our flank.”

Just then something most strange happened as the face of private wobbled grew pale. An apparition appeared atop the captive’s post, presumably stunning him with fear and causing him to wake the rest of the small group of rouges. The Shinobi watched as the crow dangled as a charming necklace in front of the boy soldier, it was the cause of his terror, a trinket of his or something he assumed. Still bathed in shadow Hayate moved closer and closer, knowing that if he was going to strike and deal with these embarrassments he would need to capitalize on this moment. Patiently he saw the others emerge from their tents, clad in armor with swords in hand, looking around frantically for the source of the disturbance.

Caw!

Hayate readied his metallic arm up, aiming it like a marksmen rifle at Private Wabbles’ head. With a quick clench of his titanium fist, three shurikens shot forth from his forearm spiraling through the brush before embedding themselves into the boy soldier’s neck. Ioder and Petra were quick to act as well, launching both dark magic and a volley of arrows into the encampment striking one or two more Castigars with their initial assault. It couldn't have been any more perfect as everyone took cover, hiding from an enemy they cannot see, and leaving Gum more or less free to act impeded. It didn't take long for Hayate and the others to reposition for another covert assault.

"Don't know whats going on, but dont let them lay a finger on that guy. This is our chance to redeem our name, and it starts with making sure this man can tell this tale."