She gave a polite, tinkling laugh. "I am no superior. The Barukar House no longer has a superior, he is gone, just like the others. Well you shouldn't trust me, though I might wonder why you would call out to me so purposefully then decide I am too dangerous for your consideration." Her sensitive ears picked up a bang from somewhere inside the castle. Somewhere decidedly NOT the Arena, which was sound proofed. From the echoes, it sounded like whoever it was was fighting in the plains, where the tents were. Everywhere else was fine, but the tent area had always been a no-brawl zone. An assassination or two was never unexpected, but no brawls. She continued smiling, but just for the briefest of moments, frustration caused a microexpression to flash across her face. "It was very nice to meet you, Victor." She said, keeping her attention on him and giving him a slight bow, ignoring his outstretched hand. "But if you'll excuse me, I have something to take care of."
Before he could respond, she had very quickly flashed past him and ran smoothly down the hall until she reached the tent area. A katana versus a large semi-automatic gun with no silencer. Swooping forward, Yurie ducked one gun fire, then snapped open her right hand fan, catching the katana and twisting it out of the youngdead's grip. With her left hand, she swung the open fan in a horizontal slicing motion, forcing the gun-wielder to jump backwards. Pivoting on one foot, to face the two of them, she swished both fans closed, before jabbing harshly with the closed right one, so that the gun spun out of the other's hand. In the second in which the two both glanced at the spinning gun, Yurie was between them, pointing the poison-dripping fan tips at each of them. "Keep this kind of activity to the Arena, youngdeads." She very nearly snarled when she spoke, the smile on her lips not reaching her very angry eyes as she looked from one to the other. "Do not try rampaging in this area again." The two of them grudgingly agreed and picked up their weapons, casting her murderous glances as they left. That was two more enemies for her. Some days it was her breaking up the fights, some days it was the other olddead, every once in a while you got a rational newdead to find themselves in a battle they weren't equipped to stop. There were a lot of shatterings in Barukar lately. More than usual, that is. With a sigh, she exited the crowd that had gathered to watch, heading towards her own tent.