Sango closed her eyes and listened to the people screaming. The sound of splashing liquid hitting the floor rang in her ears. The smell of the liquid entered her nose. She could almost taste that metallic blood, it was sickening.

Her grip on a large boomerang tightened and soon, she heard footsteps. Screaming, it was a high-pitched ear-bursting, mind-killing, head-splitting scream and she wondered just how mercenaries found joy in that. A boy, and a young one at that, was being chased.

The sound of cutting air rang out among the trees she crouched in and then another scream. Time to make her entrance. Sango leaped from the tree tops and felt the impact of ground hitting her armor covered feet. The boy was panting and the scent of fresh blood crashed into her like a thousand waves. She growled and crouched down, facing the thing that drew the young boy's blood.

Manly laughter filled her ears, "You think you can fight me, bitch?" a voice in front of her asked.

Sango growled again but didn't respond. Instead, she pulled the boomerang that was resting on her back, up to strike the man. She felt impact and she pushed harder. The man pushed back, causing Sango to slide back a few feet. Sango grunted and swung again, this time going for the mid-section of the man. Her strike hit dead center and she heard the man hit the floor. She worked this to her advantage and shifted her feet, dragging them along the ground to pinpoint the man's location. She felt a pressure that just barely pushed the ground down, to her left side. A normal person wouldn't have noticed, but Sango was exact with finding things that way, she had to be.

She smirked, found him. Sango walked toward the weight that forced the ground down and positioned herself beside it. She raised her boomerang above her head and brought it down. The metallic scent filled the air, followed by a blood-hurtling scream. Then, the forest fell silent. All except for the pants that filled Sango's ears from behind her. She pulled her boomerang from the bloody body and shifted, so she was facing the source of the loud gasps for breathe.

Sango ran her toes naturally against the ground, feeling for the location of the body. She felt an even smaller force pushing down the Earth, about five steps in front of her. She walked toward it until she felt her big toe touch flesh. Sango pulled her foot back and offered her hand to the flesh and felt a small hand on hers. She smiled and gave a tug. The body came flying up and she felt his legs kicking, trying with no avail to find footing. Finally finding some, she released the boy's hand and stepped away.

"Thanks," she heard a young voice say, "I thought I was a goner."

Sango only nodded and moved toward the objects that surrounded them, pushing with tremendous force against the Earth. Once her hand touched bark, she paused and spoke without turning toward the seemingly rooted boy, "Be safe," was all she said before disappearing into the trees.