Mei pouted and replied with a sarcastic whine, “But it's such a cute mousy.  You do not eat an animal like that all a once!”<br/><br/>The cat-girl dropped into a low crouch under a sword swing and came up on the samurai's other side.  She moved to viciously sing one set of bloody claws into each side of the man—over the heart and down the spine—then rip brutally straight down!<br/><br/>The ronin managed to desperately ward off her front claw, but screamed and toppled forwards, back rent open down to the spine.  Meiying looked across the way at her mistress with a wicked grin and began licking the ronin's blood off of her claws.  “Now who's playing around, Mai-chi?”<br/><br/>The purple haired girl growled at Meiying's response as her white steel poll arm continued to ring off of the ronin's blade.  It was one thing them calling each other -chan.  They were both of high station in their own cultures.  While they used, 'cute little' as more of a playful insult than affectionate informality, 'tiny one' was pushing it.<br/><br/>“Enjoy you're meal, obaa-chan,” she replied, this time calling Mei 'grandmother'.  “I'll be right with you.”<br/><br/>She hooked the ronin's katan, rolled it, then tried to fling it away with a cunning twist