Saeko's lissome legs moved, with a soundless grace - when the knife clattered behind her, she knew she'd hit the target. Her lovely features were carefully composed, now; her deep brown eyes ever-so-slightly narrowed, as she took a single gliding strike forward-<br/><br/>...and struck.<br/><br/>Her knife became a blurred arc, slashing at Kiro as she passed - the deathstroke. She'd step back, carefully - as if intent on avoiding being stained by her blood!