That bandit... he was more skilled then he looked. He was actually beginning to get the upper hand against Kyang... Torako could recognize it. If she left this alone, there was a chance that... well, she wouldn't leave this alone. She couldn't. She was a normal human, without any special abilities, and yet the speed at which she suddenly posed herself between Kyang and the murderous bandit was undeniably impressive. Her sweet, friendly expression had changed, hardening into a stern glare as she eyed the attacking bandit. He paused for a moment, surprised.

"... Hmph, idiot girl, I guess I'll kill you first!"

"... I suppose you can try," Torako replied, as he brought his weapon up and swung it towards her.

Blood splattered on the grass, a spray flashing through the air as steel met flesh, and went through it. It sprayed on Torako's fine clothing, spattering in an arc across the ground.

What had happened would have been entirely missed if you had blinked. One moment, Torako was standing, fine...

... And the next, she was quietly sheathing her blade at her side, and the bandit was falling in two halves on the ground, cut cleanly in half from his right hip to his left shoulder. The warm blood had sprayed onto her face, too. All the whimsy in her nature had evaporated in an instant. Now there stood a young woman spattered in blood, looking all too comfortable with this outcome.