"No, guess I don't." Kryuin said, gasping for air. He ran at her with all his might and made one final slash with both blades aimed at her mask, hoping to nock it off.
Kryuna sat in a tavern in the capital of the region of ice. She had to go to the market that day to sell some pelts, and decided to stop in. A villager burst through the doors, out of breath. "Th-the mask makers city, it's under attack!" He said. Kryuin! Kryuna gets up and bolts out of the tavern toward the nearest gucko bird and flys off in the direction of the city.