Mifune feels a flurry of emotions, panic, worry, determination. He would find it in himself to do what had to be done regardless. The figure in front of him continues in front of him, not noticing him yet. They were kindling a fire, maybe a traveler or maybe…someone here to cause harm. He sneaks up behind them, the sharp sound of metal unsheathing rings. Pressing the sword against their neck, he lets his voice be heard.

"Are you here for Angela?"