Sayuri watched as the elder samurai quickly lost his cool. His words were harsh and his actions quickly escalated to potential violence. As he approached her, his spear gripped tightly in her hand she took two steps back, as she did she grasped an arrow and nocked it. Just before she was about to to pull it back and fire he stopped his advance only a few meters from her. She too remained still, watching him intently. Her greatest advantage was distance, she'd never win if they got too close. She tensed as she waited.
Several seconds went by where neither moved before Tetsuo lowered his weapon and dropped to his knees before the Princess asking for forgiveness. She lowered her bow and returned the arrow to the quiver.
It appears I have shown my age. Too many years spent on the bloodied fields of battle have dulled my senses and turned my will to iron," he turned to Sayuri, "i aplogise for my outburst. They were hasty words."
“Our quarrels mean nothing right now,” she replied with a small smile tugging at her lips, “We have a duty first. We can settle matters later.”
"I stand at the groups command; where you think we should go, I will follow and where you think we should fight, I will stand my ground honourably."
She too nodded, “Likewise.”