"She was a force to be reckoned with when she became angry. She was a pacifist, so she didn't really like fighting, but… this one time, one of the young ones got in trouble with some poachers when she was bringing him home after he got lost. They had swords, you know… I was really worried, but…"
By the time he reached them, one of the poachers was already knocked out and the other was cradling a broken nose with one hand, the other dangling uselessly at his side, the sleeve of his arm a dark crimson color.
Kagami was armed with a small knife, her breathing calm and her stance defensive, and she had the young boy safely behind her.
Nishiki felt a surge of pride at the sight, but wasted no time transforming and lunging at the still conscious poacher. The moment she'd realized she was safe from danger, she'd turned around to avoid the sight, kneeling down in front of the little boy.
Transforming back, Nishiki grabbed ahold of both poachers and made quick work of disposing the bodies. He knew it bothered her, but he did feel some comfort at knowing she wouldn't hesitate to defend herself when necessary.
He couldn't stand to lose her. If he did, surely he would go mad.