The sword so recently sheathed was drawn once again; though she had some practice in it for breadths' sake, iaijutsu was far from the focus of Ryuuko's abilities. Then, taking up position by the door, she shifted stance: in a moment's notice, anyone coming through the door would find themselves a good deal shorter. At least there would be no need for a haircut afterwards.

If Bunny didn't just cave in the culprit's chest, she supposed.