Chiiro stopped his forwards charge, looking on dubiously nearly dropped his spear as the female ninja protested against the cold, cruel leader. As she spoke, his expression twisted into shock and fear, having been snapped out of his rage at his prolonged treatment, pondering her words. Did they really deserve to die? Were the men really responsible for their officers orders? He looked at his red glowing spear, trying to find answers in it like he usually did.

When she hit her friend, it rattled on the ground, where he had dropped it in complete surprise, the blade hissing and fizzling against the soft earth. Whats going on here? What I have I walked into? What should I do now?

He watched numbly, the outsider in the group as the conflict unfolded, trying to make up his mind as to what to do next, the image of the guard he had just slain hovering in his vision.

(Chiiro is currently holding)