<div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2016/08/25/1011752/big_thumb_b4c2ef92813c7b92e0a79c69acfd8d8c.jpg)</div><strong>Hisayo Yamashita (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13531034#msg13531034)</strong><br/><strong>Time</strong>: Y0S3, first month<br/><strong>Location</strong>: River Bandits Castle<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Akari Hifuki<br/><br/>There was a certain set to Yamashita's face, the line of her jaw, a tightness around her eyes as she glanced at the group of men surrounding her, that suggested she was entirely cognisant of what<em>getting physical</em>would entail. No simpering terror or fears for her modesty, her marriageability, just the quiet and certain knowledge of someone who understood all too well what Hifuki was intimating. She got to her feet very slowly, keeping her motions contained and unthreatening. Her bloodspattered face showed the rigours of the day, as she turned to the remaining handful of soldiers with her in the courtyard.<br/><br/>"Return to your Lord and report."<br/>"But General..."<br/>Her hand swept through the air, a small and sharp cutting motion, and the man's protest died on his lips. White-faced, he nodded, and the group of defeated men moved between the bandits in the direction of the gates they had stormed what seemed like forever ago. Yamashita watched them go, her face expressionless for a long moment, before she turned her attention back to Hifuki. Her hand dropped to her thigh, sliding between panels of armour, and she unbuckled the tanto slowly. One hand stretched out to the side, and down, a gesture of soothing calm as she pulled the long knife free. It would have been difficult to commit seppuku properly while she was still encased in armour, but a short chop to the throat would certainly have rendered a fatal blow, leaving her choking on her own blood until the end came. To be the final arbiter of one's own fate, now that was something to which every woman could aspire, and she was deeply reluctant to let the blade go, but at the same time, honour demanded it in the same way it had demanded she follow the commands of her Lord no matter what.<br/><br/>Sliding the knife free, her hand on the blade just under the guard, she held it out to her opponent, hilt first.<br/>"Lady, you have my word."