There was another voice. A man's. Somehow, while the words sounded unfamiliar to her, she could understand their meaning.

It didn't make any sense to Youmu, but that was beside the point.

What mattered was the fact that he'd made a threat.

Her grip on Roukanken's hilt tightened. Her feet slid slowly apart, squaring themselves into a combat stance as she inhaled, leaning forward. While her phantom half had been injured, yes, and she could sense moving too quickly for too long would only worsen it, that didn't mean she thought her speed would be insufficient for this.

Draw, move, and slash, all in a single motion.

Each action had already outlined itself in her mind, even as her lips parted to speak.

"I am Konpaku Youmu," she introduced herself, "In service of the Lady of Hakugyokurou and Princess of the Netherworld, Saigyouji Yuyuko-sama. I wouldn't suggest drawing your sword, but I won't hesitate if you try to attack."

[@Vlad Tepes]