A voice in the mist. [b]"Oroshi-san!"[/b] The samurai turned perhaps just fast enough to perceive the arrow whistling towards him, though not fast enough to react in time. 

"Coward! Assassin!" came the jingoistic call from the slaves around the corpse, but Haru smiled and drew back into the mist rising from the waters. The conflict occurring was irrelevant to him - two factions taking turns measuring their manhood and wasting their men - but someone had taken a special interest in some key members of the Corus military and the samurai clan they worked with. Again, not that relevant as to why, but the money was good. He'd also taken a few contracts out on the other side as well, just to be safe. He'd only have to honor half of them, depending on who won.

Haru slipped back into the water and swam out, far and deep, where the samurai could not follow with their heavy armor. A small pocket of reeds near the other edge of the river sheltered him to scope out the fray. Some of the samurai who had seen Oroshi's death were dealing with the leader's brash actions, drawing the defenders to them. Meanwhile, an ugly looking fellow with some large package was hobbling in the other direction, which was probably of strategic importance somehow. Probably best to ruin that, he thought. Not a good idea to have the battle end too soon while there were still jobs to do. He raised his bow from the water and drew back an arrow - little better than a sharpened shaft of bamboo in truth - and aimed ahead of the running man. His silver eyes showed him where the man would be running and he aimed for the man's legs, one of his knees, before releasing.