Kenshin's eyes never left his opponent, knowing full well what magic could do if given half a chance. His eyes remained hard as he held the sword above the other man's head as the moments drew on slowly. He hardly looked like he was fighting a battle deep within himself, but the instincts and the heart of Kenshin the wanderer warred against the ruthless nature of the Battousai. After what seemed like an eternity, Kenshin brought the blade down on the assassin's head, flipping it back so that the blunt edge would render him unconscious instead of dead at the last moment.
"Be grateful that I don't wish for Sayuri-dono to see what I would've done to you," he promised coldly, sheathing the blade before turning to look to his mistress. In a second's time, he stood before, close enough so that their bodies were nearly touching. She would see his eyes almost changed as his looked down at her, carrying a hint of menacing amber in their depths. The menace was hardly directed toward her, however, as he reached up to cup her cheek in his hand, peering at her as though seeing her through different eyes.
"You are unharmed?" he asked, his voice more of low and deliberate, almost a husky whisper as his eyes trailed noticeably over her body.