<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/c0/49/shadow,girl-c0490889af6c80911345120e99b68c9e_m.jpg]http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/c0/49/shadow,girl-c0490889af6c80911345120e99b68c9e_m.jpg[/url])</div>Yurei had no such questioning nature as her sister in battle held.  Such things had always been for another to make ponder over while she performed her work.  Questions of right and wrong, of history and fact did little to dissuade her cause.  Orders were given and then followed.  Things were simplest that way and the simple way was typically the best.  Such a path was the way she found recognition among her Clan and found her named etched in memory.  Though such an embarrassing moment as this would surely see her name fades from the wall of her ancestor.  A scowl of disdain and cold anger touched her features.  Chunyang could see her sister’s face just before the shadow consumed her once more.  The air growing cold around her as the hunger once more became part of her.<br/><br/>Warm hands were the last to go.  Yurei quickly freed herself from Chunyang least she feel the hunger touch her body.  There was no desire for her to feel that pain without cause.  Inky blackness slipped over her skin once more.  A stance was taken in preparation for the conflict.  There would be no reasoning with this one, not while the shadow consumed her and the light was cast from her eyes.  There was no place here for such things.  Her focus did not change from the man as the world shifted around them yet again.  Words flickered past her mind, taking only what was relevant.  More tricks she reasoned.  Instead of hearing them she simply reached for the chain of her kusarigama.  Fingers traced over the material to draw the weapon forth from beneath her shadowy frame.<br/><br/>Familiarity was obvious and her comfort with the weapon even more so than the sword.  He could see that this weapon was indeed her more skilled pursuit.  One hand braced against the grip of the kama while the other began to spin the weighted chain beside her.  Tight circles were maintained to keep the momentum in check without straining her wrist or offering too much of the length.  She would be more responsive in this way and the blade was always waiting in her other hand for a chance to strike.  The change of the room meant an adjustment to her tactics.  Furniture taken into account now her legs began to take her in an alternate course than her companion.  The chain a looming threat to Chunyang’s sword.<br/><br/>Around them history played out as if they walked among ghosts.  Yurei did not know the characters in this play nor did she truly care.  Somehow this was meant for Chunyang and she only hoped her sister’s mind strong enough to resist.  Between the men she moved, amidst their conversation she stalked her prey.  The shadows across her face a mask that hide the emotion of the hunt from those that looked upon her.  Stepping into shadow and out she became a shimmering force that could pass from the gaze and into nothingness at a moment.  He would know she was there though, by the swishing of the chain if nothing else.  Pretense of stealth was gone as only battle lurked ahead.<br/><br/>“No more tricks.”  The inhuman voice growled to him from a closer distance.<br/>