Day 2 Evening

[Orihime Inoue]

For Orihime, it was getting hard and harder to swallow that she was getting comfortable with abruptly ending someone's existence. She could, however, say that if Zabajin were here he would be proud of her. More than proud she ended it like a true troll warrior. Without a second thought, she smeared blood that was slowly pouring out of her wound onto her forehead and down the bridge of her nose. Troll tradition would be to thank the gods for her blessing in battle but Orihime felt that this was just a chance encounter. It could have been the ladder, and it could have very easily been her who's fight was over.

After back to back battles, her crimson braid was almost not even a braid anymore most of it clinging to her sweaty body with blood mixed with dirt. The slice was minor at best, it was more the closeness to potential death that left her shaking. That was cutting it way to close, she would have to step her game up if Orihime expected to retrieve all the relics. "How many more people will have to die?" she wondered while tieing whatever she had left of her skirt across the wound on her stomach.

Sasuke had told her that the man in the sunglasses Smith or whatever was a despicable man that would eventually turn on all of them. Did she believe him? She didn’t know and it was too late anyway, Orihime was in too deep now. Her once glorified weapon lay scattered to the ground in pieces mixed with parts from their fallen robot companion.

Thinking back to the final moments of the battle, the moment her weapon failed her caused the shock of her survival to bring her to the ground. The knife, Orihime was only alive because of that knife the brave fallen warrior had bestowed upon her. That alone solidified why she was summoned to this island and why she was chosen to free the trapped spirit. It’ not over, not even close.

She may have lost her weapon but she gained two of the relics necessary to free the restless apparition. One of them were braces worn by the fallen warrior and the other was the sword that almost claimed her life. Figuring this was an even trade she put on the bracers and attached the sword to her waist. Orihime’s stomach told her what needed to happen next.

“Hey boys, I know we are busy in all, surviving. But I think I need to eat or all of this would have been for nothing.” Watching the two hero’s expressions told her that they had heard her loud and clear.

“Also, I don’t want to sound like a princess but does anyone else feel like they need a shower?” Orihime asked while brushing off dry flakes of blood and dirt onto the ground. Before the two could answer her she added one more thing. “I won’t be a picky eater either but I will say that I am really really not into having any goat at the moment.”