Sayuri stopped in her tracks, her form shaking slightly as her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She then turned towards Dorian and flashed him an icy glare, baring a silent hatred.<br/><br/>"Atleast<strong>objects</strong>don't betray you.." She hissed at him before gasping softly as Frankie reappeared.<br/><br/>Her glare suddenly intensified upon Dorian. "Told you bastard." She growled, before gripping the hilt of her Seigyokuken. Suddenly she unsheathed the blade and twirled in Frankie's grip.<br/><br/>She grinned to the man as her form began to shift. The white dress she wore faded away to reveal black skin tight pants, aswell as a dark blue shirt. Around her neck appeared a cloak, tied steady. The massive black fabric flowed around her form in the cool breeze as she stared at Frankie.<br/><br/>"Sorry<strong>sir</strong>, but I can't just leave now. Atleast I can extract some form of revenge." She hissed as she bared the blue tinted katana.<br/><br/>Swiftly she made a vertical slash along the Creature's body. The  serrated edge of the blade would slice across his front from right hip to his left shoulder, the black oze that was his blood splattered forth, raining across the Terrain.<br/><br/>That was merely a warning shot as she silently thought if she should indeed retreat for the moment.