My eyes flicker over the dead bodies of the samurai of Shindo Dojo that had crossed my path. I lift my hand and use my thumb to wipe a drop of blood off my glasses. Then I hear a small foot step, I turn, it seems I forgot one. A smirk tugs on my lips as I grip my sword.

“Look at that, looks like I forgot a Little Mouse.”

I laugh darkly and it echos through the room, I look over my sunglasses and my eyes meet theirs.

“Why don’t you come over here, or do I have to chase you?”