Leon blinked, looking at the woman and her male escort. He was shocked to see a high geisha standing in the dark alleys in the midst of night, let alone with only one escort. He saw another attack coming his way, Leon making due with leaning into the man, ramming him with a shoulder, only to slice him down in the next instant.<br/><br/>Resetting his gaze, he kept to the task at hand. He bobbed to the right, then to the left, then right again as the next would-be assailant attempted to stab him. He had to finish this before the idiots realized that a high geisha was among them. Leon spun, his leg sweeping low to kick the ankle of the attacker, his head being lopped off within a blink of the eye.<br/><br/>Leon noticed that, despite her escort's urgings, she would not move and only gazed upon him. He assumed it was horror that had stricken her, fear that she would be next. His eye only averted to set her into his view, then hovered over to place the final male into his sights. He grinned as he stopped suppressing the strange pressure his body exuded, and allowed it to take effect upon those around him.<br/><br/>As if he was a bolt of lightning, Leon 'walked' passed the final warrior, killing him and sheathing before he even knew that Leon had unsheathed his blade. The blade was wiped clean as well, as Leon disliked blood staining his blade, as well as his clothing. When the blade slid into place, Leon turned back to the female, his eye measuring her up, awaiting her to make a move, or say something.