As blood sprayed over the wooden floor followed by a lumbering corpse, Kaori's eyes opened a little more. She was lying in her own pool of blood, turning pale with dark circles forming under her eyes. "It's.. the s.. second time I.. got hurt like this.. looking out for.. for you.." She whispered with a weakened smile. At least her sense of humor and pride was still intact. Though, deep down she wasn't really lying or being prideful even if it seemed like it. That could be addressed another time though.

"I feel.. real sleepy.."

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As Yomi remembered, there was one more. The leader of the little group, who looked like some kind of completely covered shaman. He was gone. Disappeared in the middle of it all. One could assume without his guards he was just a coward. But surely he had time to end a critically wounded Kaori during all that? Or take the prisoner, or.. anything to complete his goal. He'd let them take the Shogun's mistress back.