One of the bandits dropped down ahead of her, drawing his sword as she came into view.

Torako slowed, her sandals padding against the grass as she did. At this moment, she hardly looked threatening. A young woman in an ornate kimono, seemingly unarmed. As she approached, she gave him a stern, but still rather non-threatening look, before raising one arm to point at him. There was only one serious condemnation she could think of at the moment, or at least, one that she could actually say. Staring with utmost seriousness at the bandit, she belted out one single phrase.

"What would your mother think of what you've been doing?!"