Sayuri growled softly as the scent of the man's blood hits her nose, scenting it coming in closer and closer to her. She skidded to a halt on a random rough top, turning to glare up into the sky as her eyes narrowed on his form.<br/><br/>"What in all hells do you want?!" She cursed up at him, her right hand gently curled around the hilt of her beloved katana. She didn't want someone following her. If he kept following her like this, she was going to have to take him down, or she could just transport herself away... but then again, what's the fun in that? It just annoyed her to all hell that he had the audacity to follow her like some idiotic puppy.<br/><br/>"Would you just go away already? Don't you have some men to screw for a good buck, miss? Hard times and all. Don't worry, I understand, I won't judge you." She taunted, grinning to him in amusement, noting that he was shirtless and bra less this time.