Shit. It was another landslide. There had been a landslide several hours ago and we had been one of the groups dispatched to provide disaster relief, but me and a couple others heard a rumbling coming from the mountain as trees cracked and boulders shifted further up. We were in a pass between two mountains on large vehicles and no way to change direction fast enough. But those thoughts could wait for my report. We'd lost a quarter of out men to the landslide and another quarter to dig them out. The other half were going forward to provide the previously scheduled pedestrian relief. I had been sent back to alert the higher ups of our current situation. As I was running back where we'd come I crashed into someone. It was a woman, clearly an army member herself, but of a currently hostile nation. "Ah, you're one of the kurre boys, huh?" She said with a friendly grin before pulling a knife out of it's holster and trying to gut me like a fish. I fought back as best I could, but that ended up in the both of us being disarmed. She got me into a pinned position and seemed to be going to kill me before I knocked her backwards off of me (I could thank my sister for teaching me that on later) and desperately grabbing hold of her weapon. I was exhausted in every sense of the word and it looked like she was too. I was kinda mumbling, not really able to think quietly at this point. I was caked in dirt and had just seen my life flash before my eyes twice in the last while. "I'll kill you. That'll shut you up quick." Had I really just said that? I think I had. If I had, why was she grinning at me like that? She seemed exhausted but like she was having the time of her life, even though she was about to die. "You beautiful." Eh? Had SHE just said THAT? "And also, good luck trying, pretty boy." She apparently had some fight left in her as she swung herself up and knocked her weapon outta my hands before I could react, picking it up before continuing. "I'll tell you what. You keep on your way, I'll keep on mine, and we don't kill each other until we need to. You're pretty, look young and are a skilled enough fighter that I'd feel slightly guilty if I killed you here." ..What the crap was happening? Was this woman a raving lunatic? Before I knew what was happening she'd passed the message and continued running her separate way. What was that? All I could do was run back to base with the message and write my report.

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