<div class="floatleft">(http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j88/zavaelduauram/Minamoto_no_Yoritomo_by_el_grimlock_zpsf0915a81.jpg)</div>Yoru snapped the sword in his hands to the side, flicking much of the blood off, and remains in that stance for a long moment, letting the killing coldness go as long-ago dojo days taught him to do, easing back into the world.  When his blood is no longer surging in his ears, he starts to reach for the ratty silk cloth he keeps to wipe the weapon completely clean -- but pauses a moment, and uses his foot to ungently rolls the once-fleeing Spider onto his back.<br/><br/>"I will make this simple," Yoru says matter-of-factly, his expression hardening into a severe line as he leans over the fallen bushi.  "Tell me who sent you, and I will give you the kind of quick death that filth like you does not deserve.  Refuse me, and I will leave you to bleed."