At Dawn of the Fifth Day

The soldiers of the enemy were slain.

There is little to say of the battle, even if most of it weren't a blur of half-formed memories.  The only clear moments were at the end, when I brought my naginata's blade down on the neck of what the others called a Fomorian.  It is strange, there was almost no resistance at all when I landed that one solid blow.  The other strikes had only really wounded the beast.  Is death simply a whisper as the old poems say?  Even for a beast of the Great Enemy?

All else I recall was just the outright terror.  I do not think any of the others but Alanna-san noticed.  She told me that the first time was hard, and that the second would be worse because I would be thinking about how terrifying the first was.  I suspect she is correct in that.  In either case, I must work on control.  Even the slightest hint must remain hidden so that whatever I face cannot exploit it.

There was what seemed to be a survivor of the devastation inside the pit the beasts had crawled from.  The beasts had taken an eye from the girl.  With little other choice, Moira-san went ahead with her to the cabin while the girl called someone to take her to a hospital.  We had been intending to follow the tracks we had found in hopes of finding more clues.  But Moira-san called over the radio, using code Alanna-san recognized to mean that there was trouble.  As we began to run back, she explained that the girl had, in fact, been a 'Bright One', a sort of general for the Fomorians.

And Moira-san was alone with her, and there were other beasts on the way.  Aren-san had to be carried by Alanna-san, she just couldn't keep up with the strange Irish woman or myself.   When we finally arrived at the cabin, it was in time to see Moira-san be thrown out of one of the windows.  If we were to be tested again so swiftly, then I saw little point in trying to avoid it.  I would face them head on, and let the kami decide my fate.