Bastard, Yuzuru thinks to himself as the enemy fonist falls, grim smile going a touch vicious around the edges before he gets his expression back under control. He whips another arrow out of his quiver and has it nocked and half drawn in a second - and then it's over. He falls back half a step, letting his smile fade as he flicks his gaze to the downed guardsman. If he were acting for himself he knows exactly what he'd do, but he hadn't missed the shouts from the enemy soldiers. They'd swallowed the bait and accepted that he's Rei, so...

"Call of your pursuit of my guardsmen." It's a stupid request and Yuzuru knows it. The most likely outcome, he wagers, is that the soldiers will agree to his demand and then kill 'his' guards anyway - though there's always a chance they'll just risk more artes and arrows and try to take him by force anyway. Either way, the point here isn't to negotiate for lives that are already forfeit. Right now his job is to maintain the illusion while stalling for time.