His golden eyes narrowed, waiting.
He knew the man wouldn't leave peacefully, however without his men which he had passed laying dying in the road some ways back, the man did not stand a chance against him. He was internally surprised when the samurai just took to the woods without even looking back.
His eyes dragged back to the woman for the second time. Her scent wasn't like other humans though, stale sweat and were unwashed for lengths of time. They stunk to the point that even when they did finally wash they still smelt of unwashed bodies. She, however, smelt of the flowers from his memories.