Who is this man?

Pamella again felt the pain take over her way of thoughts. Clutching her body in a strong embrace, she fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Tears fell from her eyes.

-          Ugh! A- Argh!

The stranger with the bloodied sword looked at her by the corner of his eyes. His eye; Pamella could see, were deep red; like wine, but the flow of energy made them look brighter. A snarl from one of the creatures took back his attention towards the crowd of spectators. They did not move, but they wanted to. Pamella could see in their lifeless eyes and drooling fanged mouths, that they wanted to taste some flesh; her flesh. Even with the pain, she tried to get herself up again, and tried to move far away as possible from the scene.

She looked around for her boat, but to her horrid disappointment, it had been crushed during the wild emerging of the creatures towards land. The boat was broken into pieces here and there. She decided to stay still.

Apparently, this THINGS, won't attack because of this guy in front of me.

-          Hey... Umm... Could you do the same thing you did with those four THINGS just now to the other ones?

Pamella wore an exhausted grin while breathing heavily.

The man just stared at her with hypnotizing confused eyes. The glare he had been wearing for some time, had softened. Pamella's heart skipped a beat, and her pain had momentarily disappeared as she let those eyes expel her suffering, and let another undefined feeling take its place. The man, as soon as the mob of water creatures broke from their mysterious trance, ended their eye contact session, and with masterly elegance, yet ferocious movements, he slashed through the monsters. His sword decorated by gold, and both; blood, and red flares of energy, danced through the sky like an eagle waiting for its pray. It leaped downwards in swift movement and pierced through the creature's heads. He didn't need to carry his sword, he just needed concentration, and a good amount of Qi to both, control the sword and freely engage in hand to hand combat.

He moved so fast, that Pamella even thought of the possibility of him transporting, but no. It was his capability, and his speed. Pamella was to entrance in the spectacular fight, that she didn't notice three of the water creatures were inches away from grabbing her. She didn't have time to scream. She dug into her bag, ignoring her blood from staining it, and grabbed the evil expelling bombs.

Concentrating, as fast as she could, in charging the bombs with her Qi, a light golden shield covered her, and the tiny balls in her hands. He eyes glowed with both, energy, and determination.

The creatures jumped at her, and quickly she threw the four bombs at them.

As soon as the creatures were touched by the Qi charged bombs, they disintegrated to black ash.

Pamella exhaled in satisfaction.

So, this is how you use one's spiritual energy... NIIIIIIIIICE~

But her satisfaction was soon transformed into horror when beside a water creature had already won some space and was ready to bite into her when suddenly a bone breaking, and bloodied flesh gushing sound substituted all the rest of her surrounding sounds.

Eyes wide opened, mouth tightly pressed straight, and body tensed, Pamella admired in dumbfounded shock, the hand that closed in a punch, had pierced the water creature's cranium, and broke through the creature's face. Blood, and brains from the creature had spattered on Pamella's handsome face, and upper robes. Some of the bloodied flesh slowly slide down until it encountered her lips. With that, Pamella lost it.

Pamella rubbed furiously at her mouth. She spat and rubbed her lips again. She wanted to vomit. Having monster blood on her mouth was far worse than eating rotten meat. She didn't even like meat so it was obviously worse to have contact with blood of devil may know what THING that was.

While the stranger removed his hand from the creature's face hole, Pamella tried to get some water from the lake, and clean herself up, but she found it impossible. All around the piece of land, there were to many corpses to count; all dismembered, flesh all around, and blood freshly gushed from them.

The grass, and water became a darker color because of the blood. That water was now useless for her to clean herself up. She will have to endure with the stickiness, and the pungent, rotting smell the blood on her clothe, and her surfaced. She looked at the hand that got cut. It was not that deep, yet the pain that emanated moments ago, couldn't be described into words. It had invaded her sense of thinking, and all that she could think about was the pain; not the one in her hand, but the one that had made her lungs feel out of oxygen, her legs like to thin sticks, and her brain ready to explode. The question as to what caused such symptoms lingered in the air. She stared at the leaves again, but...

Wasn't this tree's leaves gold, and silver? What happened? Was I to distracted in the fight, that I ignored the fact the tree wasn't shining?! Even so, why did the leaves become an insignificant green, rather than being their majestic silver, and gold?! THEY EVEN DANCE WITH THE WINDS BLOW! 

She couldn't believe all her trip was for nothing. She couldn't comprehend the reason as why the tree had become a dull- normal tree. Although, the red buds were still there, closed, except three. She kneaded her brows together in a frown. She thought in a proper explanation to the happening phenomena, and completely forgot that inches away from her an out of this world stranger had been staring at her with eyes full of confusion, intrigue, and with a light dash of amusement. He still didn't smile, but even so one could see a spark of interest in his blazing red eyes for the strange person talking to himself.

-          Just great! No boat! No lamp! No water! No shining tree! No silver and gold leaves! No water! No...

A cough made her regain her consciousness towards the god like stranger that had saved her from the zombies and had drenched her in zombie blood. She felt both grateful but wanted to drown this outrageous man.

-          Why... Why do you cough at me?! Who are you anyways?

She tried herself to control her quivering voice, and to maintain all her emotions under control.

-          ...

The dude only knew how to talk in the language of "silence".

The nerve...

She rolled her eyes and asked again. This time using a less menacing interrogation.

-          Who... are you?

The stranger remained silent, and only looked at her. Pamella couldn't waste her time in pulling the guys answers from his malfunctioning throat. She gave him her manly blood soaked back and started walking away from him.

Not that I'll get anywhere without a boat, or a lamp though.

The stranger exclaimed,

-          Wait!

She peered her head back.

-          What...? Now you'll decide to tell me who are you, and from where did you come from suddenly?

-          ...

-          OK! I give up!

Just as her head har turned back away from him, and she had taken her first step, a big, and strong hand grabbed her upper arm, as if the person's life, whose hands had grabbed her depended on her. She was turned around, and now was held by both of her arms. The red eyes of the individual had blazed again with energy; anger, hurt, sadness, happiness... Every emotion could be seen fighting one another in those eyes. Pamella felt the slight pain from being grabbed to harshly by the stranger.

-          Ow...!

The stranger immediately let go of her, and as she rubbed her upper arms, the man once again spoke. The crimson red eyes had softened in color a bit.

-          I am... I am... Hu ... Ying emperor Qián Wàn Quan's personal guard, and Imperial Military General.

He presented himself in a rather to formal manner. Pamella felt awkward, as she had never been addressed in such a polite manner; she could only repeat the same gesture. She cupped her hands together and bowed.

-          Pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Pame... I mean, Wú Chù Zhī! My name is Wú Chù Zhī...

Pamella had to maintain her identity from people of that strange world she was in. She wasn't in her own body, and the only language which this people spoke in was ancient mandarin. How could it even pass her mind to tell who, and from where she really was.

Better shut my mouth. If I say my name is "Pamella Zavala, and I come from the future.", this guy would take me as a lunatic!

The stranger repeated Pamella's "fake" name in a slow thoughtful manner.

-          Wú... Chù... Zhī...

Pamella couldn't avoid not think that his thoughtful handsome expression made him look like a cute innocent child who has just learnt a new word.

-          Yes! Wú ! I am the most kindhearted, and respected bandit there is! I am strong, fearless, and know my way out of trouble! My Qi level is admirably high, and no leader of justice had ever had the chance to catch me and lock me up!

Pamella was cracking up internally of laughter.

LOL! As if Pamella Zavala! AS IF! You are kindhearted, but are a complete coward when confronting danger, your Qi level is super, SUPER low, and you encounter trouble every five minutes. HAHAHAHAHAHA! GOOD ONE!

chuckled at the funny remarks this Chù Zhī gave. He obviously knew the lies he had told him and had found them amusing.

-          Is that so...

Xián Lèng wore a small but evident smirk on his face. He had seen how cowardly the man in front of him had tried to hide and screamed for his life during the fight. All the while, he had been eyeing this mysterious yet ridiculously clumsy of a man that just now had proclaimed himself the greatest bandit of all. Xián Lèng , with some sarcasm, pointed out,

-          I protected in many occasions, his Majesty the emperor, from your type.

And to dramatize a little,

-          Many had been executed in public; limbs first slowly sliced, until bone could be seen, no food, or water. After 10 days their heads would be cut of and become part of the chops in the streets.

Pamella gaped at him with both shock, and disgust. Shivering by both the night cold, and this man's statement of such acts held upon bandits.

Having the expected reaction, Xián Lèng couldn't help but throw himself into uncontrollable laughter. Never in his life as a general had he laughed so much, and so loud. Pamella indignantly, with face red, and pursed lips, watched how this man, who she barely knows, made fun and laughed at her believing such an outrageous story.

He just laughed, while resting one of his hands on his abdomen, and the other at the only tree that was on that piece of land. She watched, as his lips curved on the sides of the mouth. She listened to the melodious sound that came out from this shameless of a man brought into the air and into her ears. She admired the glazed burgundy eyes filled with suffocating joy. She realized how the beauty of the man who laid before her, grew exponentially the more pronounced his smile, and laughter became.

Realizing what she was thinking about, her whole body became hot, accompanied by a dizzy feeling.

I feel light headed, and I can't see well...

-          Don't... La...Laugh... a... at...

Noticing something was wrong with his new companion, Xián Lèng stopped abruptly his laughter.

-          Are you alright? Hey?!

Pamella gave two steps towards him, and as light as a feather on air, fell unconscious into Xián Lèng's arms.