"Truce it is. I don't have anything white, but I'm putting my sword away and coming out." Frankly, Cindy was good with that. If this girl crossed her, there would be consequences, but maybe she could. I don't know. Make a friend.

She put the sword in the makeshift holder she had made with her belt, coming out with her hands in the air, moving forward until they both were in view of each other. Then she put her hands down, but just to her sides, not grabbing at anything.

"So what happened to you?"