Twenty five feet into the woods from the clearing where the others were playing tug-o’-war with the mule was a stand of evenly spaced large oak trees. Doiyoko danced around them from one tree to the other fending off blows from the two katana wielding mercenaries, or bandits, whichever they were. Only by blocking a blow and spinning, running to the next tree was she able to keep them from slicing her in half. And they were only toying with her. Definitely professionals. Kendrick raced toward them but the one closest to him heard him coming and dropped to one knee deftly avoiding his clumsy sweep with the katana. As Kendrick rushed by, the blade cleaving only air, he knew he made a mistake.