<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shizuru, The Demon General</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div></div><br/>Shizuru turned her head and watched as the Orc took out two of her men. Two remained, so the gates would still open - albeit slower - and now the brute had to deal with HER. She faced him and her smile faded, lips a grim line. The bluster and showmanship were both gone and now stood before him a swordswoman, cold, ready to kill, to face down a worthy opponent. The previous attitude she had displayed had all been for show, Jurai would realize. It was all to scare the weaker troops, to inspire her own men and send the humans running. Now something far, far deadlier stood before him; an opponent who would not be intimidated, enraged, or frightened. She was a cold, heartless, killing machine. She was silent and deadly. The demoness lowered her sword in the ready stance and watched him quietly with those frightening golden eyes of hers. She had no response to his spitting or his taunts. She only stared at him with cool determination. She was waiting for him to make the first move. It had better be good.