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Day 4:
Daylight streamed in through the treetops. She walked along, trying carefully to avoid those patches of certain death, or excruciating pain – well, at least for lesser beings. She had been unable to sleep; the execution of the previous day invigorated her. Nature seemed to thank her for ridding it of an evil presence as birds twittered happily amongst the trees. She perused the deadly game that she had set forth and smiled. Chaos was good. Life was bliss. The chaotic life she was living was blissfully good.
Today, the two villainous teams would strike again. The delightful executioner would return to attempt or possibly succeed in cutting off another creature’s head. The sinister predators would no doubt cause more chaos by feeding off the life force of another creature – possibly leading to the creature’s death.
Tensions were high in the sleeping critters. One of the evil number may have been slain but many remained. Kugetsu was especially suspicious as he had barely survived losing his own head the day before. He particularly suspected Typhoon. She chuckled. Suspicious, scared creatures were so much more amusing than the boring fearless creatures.
She theorized who might die during the day and shook her head. Anything could happen. A giant banshee might suddenly appear, kill everyone and then leave triumphant…only to die at the hands of a singing turnip. Who knew? Well, maybe the giant banshee and singing turnip weren’t plausible possibilities but something would happen.
Sighting a mysterious figure slinking about the forest with deadly sword in hand, she smiled. The fun was just beginning. Silently, she followed the mysterious figure, wondering who the innocent or possibly not so innocent victim would be. Finally, the prey was sighted. This creature had somehow decided to leave the safety of darkness to go pick…flowers?
“What a stupid reason to die for,” she thought. “Ah well, at least it’ll be amusing.”
As she watched, the mysterious figure raced in for the kill. The silly flower picker whirled around and threw the flowers at the attacker. The flower picker was a little too late as the sword bit into his/her shoulder. Miyu giggled silently as the swordsman began sneezing, allergic to the pollen. The silly flower picker, apparently not as silly as first impressions suggested, fled during the allergy attack. The determined swordsman fumed in anger when she/he discovered that his/her victim had escaped. For two days, they had unsuccessfully attempted to kill someone. They stalked off into the darkness of the forest. Miyu attempted to follow but soon lost them.
However, the fun of the day would not soon end. She heard a tragic scream. Racing in the direction of the scream with glee, she could not help but feel disappointed that she missed the actual attack. Amusingly, she had not though. She arrived just in time for her to see the would be attacker become the victim. The victim kicked their attacker where the sun doesn’t, shouldn’t, and would cause irreparable damage if it were to shine. Grimacing in pain, the attacker glared at the terrified victim, who ran away blood pouring from two holes in their neck.
Oh what fun it is when the attackers meet someone who fights back.
*Pixa was almost drained.
*Typhoon was almost decapitated.
Night 5 begins.
 Thank you. 
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