“Those who see my face in combat never live long enough to remember. That is why you never see it on the wanted posters, just this mask,” she said as she held the mask up to her face.
“And of course the infamous Cyclone moniker,” she said with pride in the precautions she had taken to keep her beautiful face off the walls of every Kingdom and village alike .
“But then why d—” Kaname began.
Shhh, Jane signalled to the other when she heard movement from within the forest. She stood guard, hands enclosed around the handles of her guns. Kaname was at her side in an instant, pressing his back against hers so they now guarded each other's blindspots.
“Her cry is never heard yet we so often see Her tears. Soften, o' Great Mother, and swallow them whole!” shouted a disembodied voice, “Earthen Casket!”