Sayuri watched on in surprise and slight horror as the man's arm seemed to lay limp and at an awkward angle. This was a far cry from the sweet and overly helpful slave that she'd bought. This was the battousai of legend. Fear flushed through her momentarily, as well as a strange sense of desire, but she quickly attempted to squash it.
The question of her choice left Sayuri standing there stunned silent for a moment. While part of her wanted the man to die simply to ensure her safety. She felt that it wasnt her place to make that decision. Slowly, she shook her head. "You do not want to and I will not be the one to make you Kenshin."