"Let me through!"

It wasn't long before Ayame found the source of the shouting. Two heavily injured men lay on the dirt path.

"Oh no!"

Ayame quickly ran towards the two lying bodies and dropped on her knees to examine them, not caring that she would ruin her clothes. To her lives mattered more than one's possessions. It did not take her long to come to a conclusion. The dried blood, the crudely tied bandages... This man had lost a lot of blood. She quickly inspected the other man. He was a total mess. Mud-crusted feet, soaked in sweat... obviously he must have ran for hours, maybe even days to save his friend. Ayame was not certain if they would make it but she was determined to try everything within her power to keep these poor men alive.

"This is what happens. I hate fighting..." She quietly muttered before she stood up and started giving orders.

"YOU! And YOU! Help me carry them into my house! Careful! Shin, find grandfather and tell him to come home immediately! Tell him he's needed! And you over there, lend us a hand here will you?"

Ayame learned that in order to get people to act you'd need to speak to them directly. She was not usually known for being the leading type, however that doesn't mean that she wouldn't take charge when she was needed.