Michi looked over to the Kakita, eyes widening slightly at the quick, horrifying retort her travelling companion offered.<br/><br/>This was either going to work completely to their advantage or doom them entirely, a plan soon forming in the Bayushi's mind before she brought a hand up to cover the pressed and thin lips of her mask. She seemed to consider the matter a while longer, eyes flitting as she stepped behind Sayomi. She didn't dare go to her side, standing a good foot's length behind the kakita as she directly looked at the gathering of samurai. Offering a quiet, musical giggle, she spoke.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"Pardon milady's strong words, and I do pardon the number of other samurai standing outside expecting rest from the elements. If you are not willing to share, an understandable stance to take, I am sure you would be unwilling to let Kakita-san speak in such tones ... And everyone in this room knows the way to show the right of the matter. The practice of the noble samurai."</span><br/><br/>The duel. Iaijutsu. A kakita speciality. Michi's mind raced at the improbability and the stupidity of such an act ... but greater deeds had been preformed with slighter miracles.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>