Torako glanced back over her shoulder, back towards Kyang. From here, the splatter of blood across her face was visible. Her expression was calm, and yet cold. She had shifted entirely from her usual behavior, changed utterly from the silly, friendly, bottomless pit of a girl she had been just earlier that very day. Now there was a calmness about her. And yet it was a cold calmness, stained with blood. Yes... death came so easily to her. The bandit had forfeited his life in a split second, and so she had taken it in the same amount of time. It was not as if she was one to enjoy killing...

But to Torako, it sometimes was simply seen as a necessity.

"Yes, Kyang-dono," she said, softly. Ducking low, one hand on the hilt of her katana, the blood-splattered girl broke into a run. Her ears were listening for the faintest sound that could lead her to their allies.