Sokka swore under his breath as he tries to dodge the shadows. He's not fast enough. One gets him along the side, shredding his clothes and his flesh. Fresh blood is drawn from the same side that he suffered the bite of a Shift Hunter. It hurts like hell, but he's learned he can live through worse.

He backs up, turning his sword around. Damn, he wonders if maybe it's not too late to leave. Ditch Winry, let her deal with this, and go back home. Their friendship wasn't worth getting himself killed over.

He grit his teeth.

"I was kind of hoping it would."