Krysta's father started to walk up to them, clutching something in his pocket. As he got close, he pulled a knife from his pocket. He started to swing down with the knife. Krysta quickly caught his arm and tried to force the knife from his hand.
"I know what he did to you, mom. I know because he did the same to me. The scars that I told you I got from fights were caused by him."
"I only came looking for my wife and daughter." "We want nothing to do with you. I told you if I ever saw you again, I'd break every bone in your body."
Krysta saw a man step into the grove. She glared coldly at him. "What are you doing here, dad?" She asked angrily.
"You're probably right." Krysta said. She then heard something moving in the forest.
"You're still better with your sword than with your fist." Krysta whispered.
"Sorry for almost blowing your cover there." Krysta whispered to Ken.
Krysta caught that Ken was trying to hide the fact that he had a sword. "I didn't mean anything by it."
"Hardly. Without your sword, your fighting skills are on par with mine."
Krysta looked at Ken. "You're the only person that's ever been a match for me."
"I'll talk to you later, then." Krysta got up and dusted herself off. She helped Ken up.
"We will soon. I've got a good feeling about that."
"I wish I was with you too."
"Yeah, I remember. I wish we had met under different circumstances."
Krysta hit the ground and laughed. "This is too fun."
Krysta grabbed his arm and threw him down.
Krysta continued to attack his left side.
Krysta attacked him again, focusing more on attacking his left side.
Krysta staggered back. "You hit pretty hard."
Krysta finally managed to grab him and punched him hard in the gut.
