Arya stared after her with wide, surprised eyes, absently pressing the stock of one gun to her mouth.

She had absolutely no idea what had just happened; it was, in its own way, harder to process than the fact she was in some strange version of Japan, surrounded by yakuza thugs who wanted to kill her.

One of them rushed at her and her free arm whipped up to shoot him with her other gun, without so much as looking around.

Then she turned, and ducked under another blade, and fired again, and lost sight of O-Ren altogether.