"D-Don't kill me," his captive pleaded, clearly shaken.
"Relax," Amaya said, though not very reassuringly. "I'm not going to kill you. Yet."
"Who are you?" one of the others demanded, standing their ground.
"Amaya Midgar."
There was a moment of silence. They knew the name, and they knew the reputation. There were a collection of looks exchanged among the remaining bounty hunters - not knowing whether to retreat or attack.
"What kind of self-respecting bounty hunters group up and pick on a little girl like her?" he asked, taking one step back with his hostage. "You should all-"
He wasn't able to finish his sentence before his body screamed, the piercing pressure of cold steel jolting into his body. Involuntarily, he let his captive go as he reacted to the abrupt pain. Looking down, he saw the first bounty hunter, the one who he thought he had dealt with in the beginning, on the ground but with his sword planted into his leg.
Fuck. Off.
This was bad. This hurt like hell. He was at a disadvantage now.
He had no choice.
He slung the blade he was holding in the other men's direction to distract him, knocked the grounded bounty hunter off him, and drew the weapon out of his leg. Turning on his heel, he ran as fast as he could.
It had been a couple of hours since the incident, but Amaya managed to lose them. He could only hope Yona was able to do the same. Losing strength, and blood, he found a quiet spot to hide before collapsing onto the ground.
"Fuck," he hissed. "I really don't want to die here."
This would be, by his standards, the dumbest way he could possibly go out.