Megohime kissed the side of his neck gently, running her fingers through his hair as she steadied her own breathing. She herself found it surprising she had let things go this far, but in all honesty, didn’t mind, perhaps only for Masamune?
Yukimura was unconscious, blood spilling from his wound every time the intruder moved, in turn moving the blade that was piercing his abdomen. Blood dripped from his lips, eyes barely open. Sayuri started to stir, but was only barely able to pick her head up. Her silver feathers and white hair were stained with blood, but she had regained consciousness for now, the condition on her wounds unknown. “Sa...suke...” She struggled out, her eyes white, had she used her ability to See? “He’s working for Toyotomi..” She wheezed hard, blood pushing passed her lips. “He’s not alone... More outside...” She was struggling just to stay conscious at this point, at the feet and mercy of the attacker.