Well, the awesome parts are to come, I've got this. It serves somewhat as a character establishing moment for the villain. It's still in the drafting stage, so, be gentle, or not.
Asha jumped at the newcomers voice. She was so distracted that she didn’t sense him coming. She hadn’t sensed her own brother.
You idiot! What are you doing?! She looked to the young red-head with wide-eyes. The blond man in red armour turned his attention from Asha’s hiding place to the boy, and the kitchen knife in his hands.
Slowly, Etsuo stepped forward, his legs trembling even more than his hands.
Asha’s body began to shake as the boys fear leaked into his sister, and she froze as if suddenly trapped in ice. Her gift had forced their beings to intertwine, thus it had become her curse and tomb. She dared not move, or even breathe. Her brother’s fear was asphyxiating her.
“Calm down. Control your fear.”
A sudden new voice cut through the ice like a pick. She inhaled a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and released it. The fear had begun to calm, and as it did, she sensed who it was that spoke. She didn’t need to look. She felt out with her sixth sense, and instantly knew that he was the third man she’d sensed that evening, and though all he was doing was likely kneeling, his presence was as dominating as the blond’s.
“Shouldn’t you find your parents? This isn’t a place for a lone child,” the blond man told her brother. Her fear vanished, it’s icy chains melted by a hot rage. Her brother’s rage. She couldn’t think. She knew only one thing. That she wanted this man, this invader, this bastard to pay for burning their home. “Don’t do anything too reckless,” the man in red armour once again spoke.
She looked from Etsuo to the man in red, and back to her brother just in time to see him charge with a scream of fury. The man’s smirk becoming one of amusement as his hand moved to rest on the hilt of his Katana.
She wanted to scream out, to jump out and stop her brother’s foolish actions, but she knew it was too late. The distance between the two vanished in an instant, and the man began to draw his sword.
It happened so fast. The weapon’s hilt dashed out and slammed between the boy’s eyes, and the few inches of Crimson steel that had been revealed were returned to the Katana’s sheath before he hit the ground, blood leaking profusely from his nose. Even though her brother had been thrown to the ground, and started to cry, she sighed in relief. The man hadn’t killed her brother. Just then, she sensed a newcomer approach.
The man in red’s attention was on the woman who came rushing to her son’s side. “Consider yourself lucky that it was I he found. Others amongst my rank would not be as merciful as I.”