Fandom Kimetsu No Yaiba; Who...and what we fight for.

[Maxxob]

CODE / ARKNIGHT

Erwin Kott

Location: Raided Temple

Angriff!

A frown quickly formed on the man's when his cut, clearly, lacked the strength to finish the job, cutting only a few inches into the ( ManofManyRoles ) demon's neck. A click of his tongue was heard by the creature, noticing the clear frustration of the German. His attack enabled him to pay attention to the tattoo under the beast's eye, although he didn't have a single clue what it meant. When the demoness managed to regrow her arm and prepared herself to push the Demon Slayer back, he was already preparing himself for the worst. For his own luck, ( Archdemon ) Tatsuo attacked with quite a curious form, using his feet, not his sword, to attack the demon. The ex-yakuza also used the opportunity to get Erwin out of peril, grabbing him and pulling him towards the group as he landed down the stairs.


When the man fell to the floor, his jack boots skidded a bit, the sound of leather sharing the hard ground. The managed to turn around to also face the demon, stopping being Tatsuo, who looked like that was ready to take the attacks of the creature head on - "Thanks for getting me out of there. What was what you just did? You would do well in the military fighting rings" - the Westerner said, not taking his eyes off the target for a single moment - "She has this strange tattoo under her right eye… it is written Lower One, whatever that means" - and, as soon as he finishes, the demoness shouted an art form and, without delay, the scratch he suffered, as the creature was being drop kicked away, bursted, releasing a vile fume with clear, malicious intent.


As the fumes approached his nostrils, only one thought passed through the man's mind: mustard gas. With that, the man held his breath in and, just as the Kinoe had commanded, ran. Moving as he could, Erwin made his way, or at least tried to, away from the vicious cloud. He sharpened his senses, trying to keep tabs on it.

 

[FiveElemental]

Korin Kitsuragi
DETECTIVE HIDING AT THE SCENE
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Not moving a single inch from his hiding spot, he used his perceptive senses to scout ahead one more time, as a means to catch the Demons residing in the temples guard off. As he silently breathed.

Breath of Mind, Second Form. Inland Empire. As his heart rate accelerated, as Korin, with his innate understanding of both Eastern and Western biology, forced the oxygen in his silent breath to flow into his noggin, overstimulating his senses to a whole new level. As feeling the slight breeze on his shoulder, made him shiver, as he saw it, he saw a group of Slayers approaching the temple, fast. He predicts they'll be here in around ten seconds, as he also felt the presence of a Demon nearby, on the roof of the temple. Huh, doesn't know I'm here yet, but that's only a matter of time, I can only conceal my presence for so long... I sincerely hope the new group approaching the garden is good enough to kill a Lower Rank Demon Moon. As he saw a sizable group of female Slayers approaching from the garden, where he saw a girl that reminded him of Rengoku approached the scene, with two younger girls tailing behind her.

"Who's there? We're here to help, step out now."

The lady in the haori with a flame pattern, a similar design to which the late Flame Hashira wore, called out in a hushed tone in the general direction towards him. He would get out, but it's not the right time to. As the Flamed-haori slayer, suddenly tense up, as she felt the he felt earlier. The Demon he saw yesterday.

"There's a demon nearby, the air just got overwhelmingly bitter."
"My, you're a perceptive one aren't you!?"

As her gaze went straight to the roof of the temple, stepping back just in time to avoid something barrelling down towards her only to swoop skyward again, held aloft by wings akin to a moths.

"Quick too, so interesting! I do hope you all don't mind the redecorating...I don't suppose you've come to give worship to Him like He deserves?"
"Can't say I am, no."
"A shame! Ah well, you'll pay a tithe in blood then!"

The demon glared down at the group with glee before his attention snapped to were Korin was, hiding, and began to barrel down towards the slayer in hiding.
Unfortunetly for him, it was within range of his plan.

As the demon clawed it's way into Korin, a cloud of white smoke erupted from the bush Korin was suppose to be hiding, blinding the excommunicated Lower Five as he leapt out of his real hiding spot, a tatami mat covered in dirt and mud. As not even giving a milisecond to recover, he went for the offense.

"Breathe of Water! First Form! Water Surface Slash!"

However, the move he was going for wasn't Water Breathing, it was the only other offensive form he knew.

"Rising Scorching Sun"

He spoke in his mind as he striked through the flour cloud, in an upward arching movement. Aiming for the Demon inside.

 

[weiikaza]

An Appearance At Last: Ukito​

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" God dammit! " Was the only thought passing by the young man's head as he sprinted through the seemingly never ending forest. With his fingers tightly grasped around the tsuka of his personally designed Nichirin Blade, he grit his teeth out of pure anguish and rage of the fact that he missed out on training. Nonetheless, training with FEMALES. Having taken a detour on his way to the training location, he would've stumbled across a few places that ran under the influence of a singular demon, utilizing its rather strange powers in order to strike fear into the village's residences and garnering it's power through the usage of human sacrifices. It wouldn't have taken him that long considering his already vast amount of techniques, but the main problem came from the distance he got from moving from one location to the next so it was no wonder he was so late. " Stupid. Damn. Demons. Always getting in my way. "

With a pair of narrowed eyes, he'd continue pressing forwards, though this hasty stride across the forest would drop for a few moments once the smell of metal passed through his nostrils. This would put him heavily on guard as his eyes narrowed further to form that of an off-put expression. " Seems like training's been put on pause. Gotta hurry. " He'd say to himself, lowering his head slightly as he began to inhale through his teeth to take in air, his chest inflating as the oxygen in the air now filled his very lungs before his body began to spread this oxygen into his bloodstream. With this, not only would his muscles expand in size, their general output would've became enhanced as well, Ukito condensing this flow into his own legs before releasing himself off of the ground once more at an even faster pace. Going, going, going . . and he was gone, zooming closer and closer towards the location of the Shinto Temple his Kasugai Crow guided him in.

" Zen Shūchū Jōchū! (Total Concentration Breathing!) "

(-VISUALS-)
With every step he took, a large torrent of water would follow behind, causing small intense vibrations to course through the ground as these torrents now formed into a large mass . . A wave. Ukito's off-put expression now formed into a wide grin as he became a small blur from the amount of momentum he was getting from his running, appearing to merely skate across the ground on top of this small wave of water as he inched closer towards the battlefield. ​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The Shrine Massacre
Team Akimine
An identity confirmed, Lower One

"If you want me to be silent, then you may make me~" The demon's tone was bordering on a tease in rebuttal to Renji's comment, the floorboard flipping upright in a smooth motion even as Renji stepped out of the way. Though if Renji still retained his eyesight, perhaps he would have had a chance to notice the sickening amount of mold growing on the underside of the floorboard. And underside of the board or note, in a temple such as this there was no feasible reason for it to be so thoroughly caked in mold and mildew. As soon as the board went up, a thick black plume erupted from the hole in the ground and right beside and into Renji's face, a spore colony of some kind disturbed by the action of the demoness. As Renji returned with a taunt of his own her eyes narrowed, just as quickly leaping back and away to disengage as he tossed the bags towards her. "Tch-" As soon as Renji thrust his blade forward to fill the room with Wisteria toxin the demoness's eyes went wide with aggravation. "Wisteria...brat." The demon quickly continued to fall back away from the spreading purple cloud, the black spores that had erupted clinging to Renji like a film. "Blood Demon Art: Malevolence Mold! You want to play with toxins, you be my guest." The demon reached the end of the room, just as the wisteria had reached her. Of course, she was no run-of-the-mill demon...the smell was awful, but by spacing herself out and allowing the toxin to fill the room it had diluted to fill the volume. Renji's words still rang in her ears, but the effect was much lessened by her using spatial dynamics in her favor...though noticeably her movements seemed a bit more sluggish.

As Erwin reported what he had seen Akimine's lips turned into a frown, voice rising again to be heard by the room. "What did you just say, Erwin? Renji, be careful! She was one of the Twelve Kizuki! That goes for the rest of you as well!" If she was twelve kizuki....Wisteria wouldn't be enough. At best a large concentrated dose could immobilize her, but with a large open space like this, she'd just be sluggish. "Avoid her arts, overwhelm her focus." With her orders given the Kinoe rushed ahead to engage the demoness, who only barely managed to block the women's blade with slowed movements and slices of her claws. She wasn't sure what this demons tactic was...was it just to land a touch? Or was it solely to get someone trapped in a spore cloud? "Even with Wisteria toxin in my veins, I'm stronger than you girl!" Catching the Kinoe's blade between two hands she quickly hurled her back with a well-placed kick to the stomach, sending Akimine soaring back to the front door. Even with Wisteria she fights like a monster...so this is, or was, a twelve kizuki. Twisting her body in the air she raised her blade, spinning forward to dampen her fall. "Water Breathing Second Form: Water Wheel!" Using the second form of breathing she managed to recover on the ground, skidding to a halt as she spun back to face the demoness's direction where she had taken refuge at the top of the stairs at a back wall, as far away from the epicenter of where the Wisteria had been released as possible.
Maxxob Phayne Archdemon Orikanyo

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[ManofManyRoles]

Blood Demon Art: Spores of Doom
The horrors of warfare

As Erwin started to rush away as quickly as he could from the almost sentient spore cloud, the damnable thing seemed intent to follow him. Unfortunately, the odds had been stacked against him from the get-go given the spore cloud had puffed from his own hand. Just as quickly as he could run it stayed atop him, and it didn't take long for the cloud to actively catch up. And though he may have held his breath, he neglected to cover his face, the spores shooting into his nose before dissipating. The room started to spin and blur as if he had been quite heavily drugged. The sounds of screams and gunfire began to fill his ears...and as many humans did, he would have to blink sometime...

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The sounds of artillery shells could be heard clear throughout the battlefield, trenches laying stained with the blood of allied soldiers and enemies alike. Germans, Chinese, and the British all bled red and this was proven true from the small puddles that had formed in the trenches, men of varying ages sobbing for their mothers to help them. It was all too familiar, that damned port in the Great War Erwin had been assigned to protect. "Offizier Kott! Why!? Why did you let this happen!?" The voice that called the young man out was none other than a friend he had lost at that cursed battlefield. Chest carved open by shrapnel and short an arm, burns across his body as he leveled a finger accusingly at Erwin from at the other end of the trench. "You lead us to our deaths, Kott! You live, but what of us!? What peace did we get? A lost war, a ruined Fatherland!"
Maxxob
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In reality, for surely Erwin was now forcibly displaced from such, Akiminie glanced towards Erwin and Renji. "Form masks, don't breathe in her art!"

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Blood Demon Art: Malevolence Mold
Through the looking glass

Behind Renji the sound of a blade being drawn from its scabbard could be heard, an eerily familiar voice audible right above that noise. And most unnervingly...Renji stood behind himself, but a warped variation. Large demonic fangs and horns sprouting from his head, lacking his mask to reveal glowing bright red eyes and an ever-so cocky smirk. But perhaps most frightening out of all of this...Renji could see this variation of himself as clear as if looking into a mirror, though nothing else would grace his 'sight'. "You know...well, perhaps I should say we know this a pointless war. How could we not? We could slay five hundred weak demons, even a hundred strong ones. And what will we accomplish? Nothing. All that matters is strength, Renji. That is how we'd accomplish our goals. As a human, we were weak. We were pathetic. We lost our eyes because we were human and weak. But becoming a demon? Oh the power, the ability to set things right! It's there, Renji! Why do we resist it? Our Breathing Style even takes the name of what we said we hate...Demon Breathing. Imitation is the finest form of flattery...but why imitate when we can be!?" Kicking forward the 'Dark' Renji rushed forward, sending what appeared to be a terribly real strike towards Renji's throat. "Give me control, let me make us greater than we could ever imagine!"
Phayne ​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The Woods

As Akashi focused on his surroundings and expanded that focus ever outward he could feel something...closer and closer, trudging through the shrubbery and bushes of the woodland floor. Each footstep shook with a heavy weight, definitively masculine in its gait. All of a sudden it simply stopped walking...no, it had leapt into the air...and based off its footing, there was only one place it could be jumping to. "Come to give praise, perhaps!?" The demon, a masculine thing of 6'2 soared out of the brush towards Akashi, sporting two elongated index fingers now curved into the shape of a large talon-like blade. As it drew closer it slashed forward towards the young mans back, the other talon raised in preparation to retaliation against any blows or counter attacks. Though, just as Akashi could feel this demon approach there was also something...else coming his way, and quite quickly at that.

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weiikaza Kloudy

 

[Kloudy]

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Akashi Kazuko
(The Shinto Shrine - Outside)​

"Oh, thanks goodness I'm using this technique or I might not have been able to dodge the blow that is surely going to-"

Akashi bobbed and twisted under the sickle-like slash with some well placed footwork. The temporary flight of the leaping demon meant that it couldn't stop the momentum it had without touching the ground first, which was opportune for Akashi as the destination of the leap was where he was currently standing. He was fairly confident that his new glorified sparring partner couldn't fly as he reasoned it would have done so already. The first thing he had learnt during his official training from Master Todoro was to understand the binding laws that gravity applied on all souls that walked it's lands. A short roll under and around the attack was simple if you thought about it, especially given that Akashi could 'see' it all happening around him within his mind.

The young demon slayer assumed the demon was smart enough not to expect such a simple attack would work, which was possibly obvious from the guarded stance it maintained while attacking. Of course given the demon had it's back to Akashi, now seemed like valuable opportunity to practice something.

"I praise every opportunity to share experiences with new people." He responded with a polite smile.

A stream of air rushed into his lungs and Akashi placed his left hand onto the demon's back. With a surge of oxygenated strength, incredible force was sent through the slayer's arm and then hand to push the demon with what Akashi guessed would be surprising strength. Hardly anything that would deal lasting damage, but he wanted the sickle-fingered hellspawn to approach somewhat more cautiously next time. It laid the foundation for a slower-paced duel, which Akashi believed favoured him much more. From the trajectory of where he was aiming, the demon would likely go straight into the shrine's outer wall.

"If you could share your experience of this with me, I'd be eternally grateful. I always struggle to find demons willing to give feedback." He called lightly after his opponent, clasping his hands together gently.

Surprising to the demon, of course, not him. Akashi had been developing this technique since Todoro had taught him the first form of Gravity Breathing. It was something admittedly unlike the other forms he had been cultivating, but arguably just as useful given the right situation. He recalled a lesson Todoro had taught him once about patience. Throwing out your strongest moves might assure a swift victory, but it might leaed one open to a vicious counterattack if unsuccessful. Better to whittle down your foe with steadily increasing pressure. Thus was how nature defeated all, steadily and patiently.

Naturally, Akashi was still a professional demon slayer if not of an impressively high ranking at that. There was play and there was work. He had been surprised how many confused the two, or favoured one over another. There was no playing one's part if you neglected to actually do your job. Sighing, he opened his eyes and tried to sense for further movement. His Still Sense technique was less effective while relying on his other senses simultaneously, but it wasn't the range that he needed now. He needed to be able to capture and process as much information as he could if he believed he had a chance at even reacting to how fast these demons could go nowadays. Akashi wanted to be able to at least see an attack coming if he hoped to move his slow mortal body fast enough to avoid it.

He had noticed the second movement signature closing in on his location fast too. It was hard to judge, but Akashi suspected that the steps he felt were not necessarily that of a demon. Far from a normal human, but then demon slayers were far from normal...

ManofManyRoles weiikaza

 

[weiikaza]

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Ukito would now be locked into the midst of battle, having entered the range of the Shinto Temple now with gleeming determination now that he was properly set onto the battlefield. Now was the right time to actually strut his stuff, his grin now beginning to waver to take on that of a more serious expression as he now focused on the sounds of battle that surrounded him. He was quick to surmise that every slayer that was possibly here was in another section of the temple all together and spread out doing battle one way or another, so he'd simply decide to go with which ever group(s) he'd stumble across on his stride.

As made it closer now, he could feel the trembling footsteps of an approaching demon. Was it possibly attacking someone? " No time to think. Just move. " The young man muttered to himself, sliding his hands up along the length of the tsuka of his blade as he now winded his thumb onto the golden border that surrounded the tsuba, though he bent it at an angle so he could have an easier time unleashing it when he needed to. " If you could share your experience of this with me, I'd be eternally grateful. I always struggle to find demons willing to give feedback. " Although it was faint, he could hear a voice close by to his general location. A soft one at that. Keeping his stride, he could also pick up on the slight stench of blood flowing through the air, this causing him to pick up the pace as he now unleashed his sword from it's saya whilst exhaling a burst of a cloudy-white mist through his teeth once a demon came within his view.

" Ichi no kata: Minamo Giri (First Form: Water Surface Slash) "

(-VISUALS-)
With his muscles now expanded, he'd do a jolt motion with his blade as he slide the saya a 1/4 out of it's respective holster by his belt side. Accompanying it would be a large torrent of water that now violently gyrated around and from his own sword as he then slide it from it's scabbard, using his momentum to now bring it around into a violently slash towards the demons spinal area once Akashi preformed his push
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[Phayne]

Mentions: Demon Renji ManofManyRoles
The audible aggravation that escaped the demoness's maw was not lost on Renji, the red haired demon slayer unfazed by the behemoth's annoyance to the Wisteria toxin. It was an all too stereotypical outcome; the purple flower being a natural poison towards the forsaken beast's. What did cause concern however was the lack of scream's, the lack of audible suffering; the unmistakeably cry of pain that often followed when a demon was forced to inhale that poisonous concoction. There was none of that... nothing beyond simple irritation.

Why was the demoness not on the floor begging for mercy as the inhaled toxins circulated through her body? What was this sensation beginning to tickle the side of his face? the smell of death and decay pervading his body as the black mold sizzled to life. Renji wouldn't have much time to ponder that as the demoness activated her blood art, the demon slayer at mercy to the demon's own toxins. It was a battle of chemical warfare, where Renji had been beaten, yet within this defeat would be an opportunity to put another demon to rest.

Attention drawn to the sound of a blade being unsheathed, Renji would slowly turn around to see what had come forth from the shadows; a demon clear as day amidst a viscous black void of nothingness. Blind as a bat yet with the ability to see, this demon standing before him was unlike the one he had just been facing.

For many long years, the world around Renji was nothing more that a void of black nothingness, his vision robbed by the accursed demon-kin. What had come forth from that abyss was the gift of blindsight, a form of vision that often painted the world around Renji in a series of flashing black and white images. That had been how he perceived the Demoness prior, yet standing now before him was a beast painted in color; its visage permanent and clear as day to the blind swordsman as if for this moment his vision had been restored.

Large demonic fangs and horns sprouting from its head, the demon had carried the all too familiar visage of Renji himself, the similarities were unmistakeable. Renji could only smirk coyly as he conceded defeat to the chemical superiority of the lower one demon. "Well fuck" spat Renji as he readjusted the grip on his blade, the black nichirin daito pointed straight towards his mirrored monstrosity as it began to speak, a deep gutteral tone that still carried traces of Renji's own voice.

As it spoke, Renji would remain quiet and on guard. Knowing that this was a demonic representation of himself meant that he was already well aware of the potential fighting style it would utilise. The quick sporadic and often times berserk swordplay that he employed being a style of combat that often relied on overpowering an opponent with minimal regard for their own well being. With each passing second of the demon-Renji's speech, the real thing would quietly observe the body of the beast; his own hands and stance adjusting ever so slightly as he read the minute moments of his own reflected body.

Returning the gift of sight to Renji had been a mistake and once Renji was certain that the demon would attack, he would adjust his footing and grab his sword with both hands; drawing it in towards his body so that his own blade stood diagonally in front of his face, its blade coming into contact with that of the demon's own as he parried the attack.

By now they were face to face; the familiar smell of death and decay that he had smelled earlier now escaping the exposed, saliva filled maw of the demon before him; as it tongue stretched outward, licking the tip of its parried blade.

"Control... is that what you... what I want?" replied Renji, raising a foot and aiming it at the chest of the demon. Doubting that he'd have the force to kick the demon away, Renji would instead use him to push himself off, to re-establish the distance between themselves. "For someone conjured to be a representation of myself, you really don't know anything do you?" goaded Renji, his left hand raised to remove the mask covering the upper half of his face. For the briefest of moments his crimson hair would hang over his forehead, but it wouldn't last long as the demon slayer brushed it to one side, revealing two black holes where his eyes would have been.

"Do you think we are weak?" he questioned rhetorically, tossing the mask to one side; he wouldn't need it during this fight. "You really are naïve aren't you? Cause from where I am standing you appear to be far weaker then I am... funny that isn't it?" taunted Renji, his blade pointed at the monstrosity standing before him. "Well.. I am blind after all..I mean.. I never would have guessed that the path to strength lay in the act of prostrating oneself to a higher power. To relinquish one's hold on their humanity as well as their freedom in favour of attaining a power that only serves to rob and cause suffering..." Renji slowly began to walk towards the demonic form of himself. "Enlighten me oh fucking wise one... Answer the questions of this lost lamb... tell me...show me!" Renji snarled, pausing midway in his stride before recollecting himself. "Tell me... do the strong rely on others? Do they rely on a higher power's charity in order to attain strength?... Do the strong accept their own defeat and cower over to the other side? Could that strength truly be called your own when it was gifted and not earned? Do the strong fear anyone?" Renji would find himself standing next to the demon, his face leaning over so that his voice need only be a whisper for the demon to hear. "... do you fear being weak?" he questioned. Taking a deep breath as he noted the faint scent of wisteria beginning to permeate this space.

"... cause I don't..."

Renji would soon vanish from in front of the demon, appearing several yards away. "You were brought here thanks to that blood demon art weren't you.. So It would stand to reason that the Wisteria I threw into the air would have also been inhaled by me then, no?" Renji began to smile. "It might be a tad less potent than I would have liked... but surely it must be having an affect on some figment of my imagination... after all... you pitiful creatures do detest that simple flower" Renji refocused his gaze upon his adversary.

"I must thank you... well.. your demoness master... She has gifted me with an opportunity to lay this inner weakness to rest, to place the final nail in a coffin I had long since buried away. You assumed I had taken this style as a form of flattery.. sadly, it is not flattery that I seek to impose upon the demons. No, it is simply to have them share in my new found strength, to open their eyes to a path of salvation, like mine have... and only once they have walked the same path as I, will they truly come to see the error of their ways...and beg for mercy" Renji paused. "You are nothing more than a lingering fragment, clinging onto someone else's power like gum on a shoe in a desperate attempt to remain relevant. Begone and find solace knowing that I have attained strength beyond that of mere demon's charity."


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[Orikanyo]

Watnabe Jin

"...Who actually talks like that...?" Jin wasn't fully certain what was going on with that dude... But... Hes really gotta learn to cool it abit... Seriously, its like hes on a play stage or something? At least save the big show for the rising act. Or... Wait what did HE know about plays? That was a british thing yea? Wierd fuckers over there... Wait... Wasn't that guy one? He was foreign. Likely?

Did that actually matter in this moment?

Nope.

But they both made good distractions... There was that other dude, who was he again? Did it matter?

Whatever man he had more important things to do and think of.

Readying up a jump, he leapt from his position, hands catching the edge of a staircase railing, where he would pull himself up and examine his new view. Demon was fighting that guy who liked his own voice. Others were doing... Something. That haze downstairs drove the demoness up this way, sooo... Best he get going up right?

He was a scout, scoutin is what he gotta do right?

Yep! Leave it to the idiots below to fight, maybe they have treasures up here!

So, true in fashion, instead of running up and fighting... He turned, kept himself low and went up the stairs...

Truely, the greatest of compatriots and slayer of demons.

Or perhaps, a certain writer didn't want to dog pile an enemy and make others actions worth less by dilution.

Who would know.

But up Jin goes!

 

[Archdemon]

Name: Tatsuo Mori
Rank: Tsuchinoto
Interaction/Mention: ManofManyRoles Maxxob Phayne
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This situation was bad, real bad. Looks like any form of contact with this demon was bad news, mostly because of the green cloud heading towards Tatsuo. He tried to dodge it as best he could in the second he had to react. Unfortunately before he could cover his face he got a few spores in. "Shit, she got me." After he said that things began to happen to Tatsuo. The room began spinning and merging at the same time, he could hear cars honking and people moving. Instead of the iron smell of old blood he was hit the smell of concrete on the wind, meals being cooked in homes, and the fresh smell of blood. Tatsuo stumbled backwards a bit trying to regain his senses. Whatever this demon did, it's not killing him, or at least not in a way he'd notice.

He looked around seeing Erwin stumbling around and Renji just be fighting and talking to himself and at nothing. He heard a couple things like Twelve Kitzuki and Lower Moon One. He knew the names well, but he has no time to think with everything happening the way they are. Suddenly Tatsuo hear a voice muffled yet it sounded familiar, too fmiliar. He turned around and blinked in a second. Soon everything changed and he was no longer in a shrine but the backstreets of Tokyo.

 

[kakemha]

< sakura aka >​

Sakura listened as Kirisu was explaining how the taste was overwhelming her. It honestly amazed her that she was able to taste demons and how many there were. That must've took a lot of practice to hone that special skill. Soon they reached the garden of the temple, it honestly look gorgeous if it wasn't wrecked by demons, but Sakura pushed the thoughts out of her head. As much as it enraged her that demons dare to destroy something so beautiful, she was here on a mission, and a demon could appear at any moment, so she kept her guard up. She walked with the Flame Kinoe scanning the area for the amount of damage that was done, she heard her speak.There was a human here, that surprised Sakura. She knew it was a human because Kirisu would've probably told them if it was or she would've drawn her blade.

Her eyes looked over at where Kirisu's gaze was. She stayed behind as she inched her way towards the human, but watched her freeze. 'A demon.' she thought before Kirisu could confirm her suspicions. The group would then hear the demon, with that Sakura drew her blade, ready to fight, ready to defend. The human hiding had to be taken into account, they would have to fight while defending the human.

She watched as the demon hurled something at Kirisu but she was able to dodge it just in time. The demons spoke to them, 'Seems like their quite devoted.' Sakura thought as the demon went on asking if they where here to worship 'him'. She watched as the demon's gaze snapped to the hiding spot of the human, and as they hurled something at her. Her reflexes kicked into action, "Flower Breathing, Second Form: Honorable Shadow Plum" She rushed towards the spot, trying to hit the object that was coming at the human, hoping she would make it in time.

ManofManyRoles qingwa FiveElemental

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The Woods

The Slayer's dodge and sidestep technique was simple, practical, and efficient. The demon only managed to touch down for just a brief moment, spinning about in an effort to cut towards the slayer...too slow. The blow from the Gravity Slayer was sent straight into the demons ribs and sent it flying into the shrine wall, a sickening crack audible as ribs shattered on the slammed impact. The demon offered a dry chuckle, pulling itself out of the wall. Before it could offer a rebuttal to Akashi it raised one of its sickle-like claws up to its side, barely able to block the oncoming Water Slayers First Form, slammed back into the outer wall of the temple as the sickle talon was forced further back, the demon fighting against the Slayers blade before giving another firm shove, the second talon slicing forward towards the slayer's stomach as if to carve him open. "Ahhh...the taste of my own blood on my tongue. Most impressive...show me more! Sing the song of praise to Him with bloody revel and combat!" Putting a foot up against the wall the demon pushed forward, its intent apparently to counter being pinned by the Water Slayer and pin him to the ground in a surprising burst of speed. Though this particular monster wasn't a speedster, its raw strength from pushing off from the wall was the speed it was looking for. Provided it pinned the Slayer it'd attempt to slash down at the prone male, a skeletal grin on its face. In the event he was side-stepped the demon would consider to charge ahead, sickle's at either side as it charged towards Akashi, intent to deliver a flurry of overhead blows towards the target. "Join me! Sing the song of praise in bloodshed!"

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Kloudy weiikaza

 

[Maxxob]

CODE / ARKNIGHT

Erwin Kott

Location: Raided Temple

Ghosts of the past
TAGS: ( ManofManyRoles ) ( Archdemon ) ( Phayne )

It didn’t matter how quickly Erwin tried to escape the noxious gas, it was simply something out of his league. Maybe if he had his old issued model 1917 gas mask things would be different, but the German would have no such luck. As the gas penetrated his nostrils, mouth and even his eyes, the world already him started to get darker by the second. The sounds of screams, whistles and artillery shells slowly became louder and louder into his ears, reaching an almost deafening point. He felt dizzy, his left leg bucking first, leaving him to, once again, try to use his sword as a clutch. However, as soon as he took a hold of it and put his weight on it, it slipped forwards, fleeing his grasp. The man fell backwards, onto his behind, into a sitting position. His eyelids become heavy as lead and, as much as he tried to keep his eyes open, they were forced shut for an instant.




In the next second, his eyes were shot open, reddish from the contact with the gas. As he looked around, he saw an all too familiar sight. The smell of wet dirt, not from the rain, but from blood was unmistakable, along with the overpowering smell of iron. Positioned artillery kept a constant barrage of shells, sounding each moment closer and closer to its target. The curious sharp whistle, followed by the explosion, was an ominous chant of death. Gunfire was another constant, either being a constant stream of fire by the positioned heavy machine guns, the sequential shooting of rifles, being reloaded just afterwards. The empty, discarded brass casings would make any kind of sound when they were dropped on top of their sisters. The ‘clinging’ they made was something to be stuck on memory. Things however only looked grim when it was the sound of the pistols that were ringing across the battlefield. The weak pops signalled that one group had, successfully, got close enough that officers needed to fend for themselves.

The truly horrifying part was when the sound of metal cutting and piercing flesh could be heard. Bayonet were vulgar, disgusting, merciless. There was a clear difference from shooting another human being from distance and sticking a sharpened metal stick into their stomach, through their bowels, kidneys, lungs or heart. Or rare occasions, such an attack was directed to the cranium and having to remove an eye from one’s rifle or sword surely wasn’t the most riveting experience. And through the trenches, what could be heard was nothing short of pure despair. German, British and Japanese soldiers, wounded in the trenches, pleading and begging for mercy and salvation. However, in war, no matter how much one begs, plead, implore: no one will come. And, between all those condemned souls, one of them spoke up, as if demanding explanations of why did that happened.

It took a moment for the Westerner to rattle his memory, but that miserable expression could never be forgotten. Franz, a lower ranking officer, one of the soldiers that Erwin could really call friend, wanting to know why. The accusations made the man’s face twitch in both shame and anger - “Franz, you know it better than anyone! This backwater colony was doomed to fail! How one can expect victory against a real army with such pitiful colonial forces?!” - the German’s answer was uncharacteristically furious. He clearly deflected any kind of blame that could be put onto himself, his arm pointing at the fallen comrades that were found in utter despair. A terrible scowl formed onto his face. And, outside his delirium, his voice followed exactly the same. The man was standing once again, a terrible expression in his face. His shouting echoed throughout the ruined temple - “The Fatherland was only ruined because of weaklings, just like you! Weaklings that cling so dearly to life that would endanger everything for it! And why I survive while you and the others died?” - the mask that hid the man’s true feelings about the war was so easily peeled away. A wicked smile formed on his face, one that surely he himself would be ashamed of if he could only see it - “Maybe none of you were true Übermensch!”

And, in a second, his right hand was raised. In that detached reality, his trusty C96 was being held by it and was quickly aligned with Franz. Without pondering by even an instant, the trigger finger squeezed it in quick succession, aiming centred on the officer’s head. The corner of his mouth twitched as the pistol fired 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times. It was, a possible vain attempt, to silence Franz forever more.

 

[weiikaza]

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With his sword now drawn, he'd stomp onto his back heel in order to hold his own balance as he then whipped his blade around, making small collision with the sickle that the demon attempted to hack him with before using the small recoil to a small bounce backwards as the demon was sent flying backwards from the force of his previous swing. Hearing the sound of the crash, he'd wince slightly. Hey, even Ukito was capable of feeling a bit of pity. Though every last bit of his pity would've been wiped away when the demon spoke. "Ahhh...the taste of my own blood on my tongue. Most impressive...show me more! Sing the song of praise to Him with bloody revel and combat!" His brow twitched slightly at the demon as he said this, though right as it began to rebound off of the wall, he'd lift back up his head to glare at him. " Oi! Shut the hell up- " He'd be cut off once more by the demon lunging off of the wall and towards him. It was fast. Not much faster than the demon he had came across previously, but just fast enough to give him a promising battle.

He had limbs for a reason, and with them he'd begin to lift up his hands, and by correlation, the sword itself in front of him as he turned the weapon angularly at the approaching demon. With the blade now pointing downwards horizontal-wise, he'd manage to full on block the sickles that were sent downwards to strike him. Though, this would've happened AFTER he was knocked off balance by the sheer amount of force put into the demon's charge thanks to it's earlier momentum.​

 

[Kloudy]

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Akashi Kazuko
(The Shinto Shrine - Outside)
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As the push was delivered, Akashi was initially pleased to see the results of his self-reflective training paying off. He had spent a lot of time trying to add something of his own to the techniques Master Todoro had bestowed upon him and, as far as he could currently tell, the effort had not been wasted. His expression quickly shifted to one of surprise as his prediction of another slayer came true with a blinding rush of Nichirin steel. Akashi had seen the Water Form before, but he couldn't help admiring the grace with which the style employed. He could indeed see the parallels Todoro had drawn from the style, in conjunction with Wind Breathing, to create the unique Gravity Breath style. In fact, Akashi spent so much time admiring the moves of the other slayer that he had the sudden realisation that he was supposed to be actually helping him!

"Forgive me, I should not be so distracted at a time like this-" The gentle smile loomed over the shoulder of the demon attacking Ukito with a heavy pressure.

Akashi had always been light-footed from his daily hikes and training in the mountains forests, so swiftly approaching the demon without alerting it to an imminent attack was not so hard. It helped that Akashi exuded very little deadly intent to begin with, but that was likely due to his disposition and perspective on life. Their assailant hardly seemed like the sensory type either. It was with this fast repositioning that the Gravity Slayer had closed on the distracted demon, behind him once again. Here, Akashi's second form was released with lightning speed and precision. Rise & Fall was one of his swifter techniques that aimed to cleave the arms from a demon in two precise diagonal strikes in the shape of an upside-down 'V'. It often required the user to take extra care of the target's own movements to adjust appropriately for an accurate strike. Of course, since his target was already distracted, Akashi believed the manoeuvre to be fairly simple in theory.

Dark pools of swirling violet energy permeated behind Akashi and around his blade, providing the illusion of a formless mist that was drawn to the path the blade would follow. It was almost as if it were drawing the line the sword would cut. Slash-slash. The blade rose, the blade fell. Should his attack succeed, Akashi quickly lowered his stance to ready himself for a counterattack - likely one that would come from a well-placed kick should the demon's arms be removed. The slayer could only hope that the Water Breath user would capitalise on this moment to finish their opponent with a decapitation that struck true. If not, Akashi was content to put distance between himself and the melee so that he could reassess his strategy and try again.

weiikaza ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The Woods

Pinning the Water Slayer beneath it, the demon rained blow after blow down towards him, sickle-like talons dangerously close to his face by mere inches, blocked by the nichirin blade time and time again. Each blow came down like a mighty hammer, the demon obviously meant for sheer strength and power. Interestingly enough the attacks lacked any true grace or precision, more akin to a frenzied animal clawing towards a downed opponent. "Yes, yes! Just like that, fight for your life! Only then do you truly live, human!" The demon didn't even have time to properly register, let alone react, to Akashi's sudden comment and attack. One arm went flying off over the demon's shoulder, the limb having gone up at that exact moment in preparation to strike down again. Of course, with nothing to anchor it in place it simply...flew away. The other arm, on a downward swing, was sent hurtling forward, the talon-like claw causing it to embed into the ground but an inch above Hantsuki. A cry of pain, primal in nature, escaped the demon as it was quite literally disarmed. Kicking off the ground from its perch atop the blocking Water Breather it bared its fangs, its arms already struggling to regrow. It had nowhere near the healing speed of one of the 12 kizuki, and thus it would be without its limbs for several seconds if not a whole minute. "You can't fight me head-on, so you'll attack me from behind, is that it!?" Having launched itself into the air with its leap it lacked any real mobility, instead only flying upwards into the tree branches before leaning forward, leaping towards the already prone slayer with a leg outstretched, intent on caving its foot through his chest as it flew down at a 45 degree angle. "I can still kill you without arms, you'll never win! His worshippers cannot be killed by humans!"

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Kloudy weiikaza

 

[ManofManyRoles]

A Garden of Broken Dreams
Team Kirisu
That mark on his eye...yet another one!?

The demon barreled down into the place it had smelled a Slayer in hiding, only to find naught what he was looking. Sharp talon like claws tore into the brush, only for the blinding white cloud of flour obscuring his sight. "What the hell is this!? Fucking flour!?" The sound of a Slayer charging forward caused the demon to spin around, flapping his moth wings once...twice...three times as a massive gust of wind sent the flour cloud soaring straight towards the Slayer...and sending the Slayer flying back if he didn't have the smarts to brace. All the same, the detectives blade would have made connection with flesh if not for the gust of wind, forcing him back by at least an inch and a half, bracing or no. "Flame Breathing? It's been some time since I've felt that heat on my skin!" The demons attention snapped to the rushing Flower Breather, weaving out of the way of the sword cuts with a malevolent grace. Now that Sakura was right in the face of the demon she could see something tattoo'd onto his right eye...Kanji for 'Lower Five', a massive X scar crossing it out on the eye itself. "Ohh, a young female Slayer! Wonderful, it's been many moons since I've eaten one of your like before-" "I'd be ever so grateful if you shut your mouth, everything you say tastes filthy. Flame Breathing First Form: Uknowing Fire!" The Kinoe raced forward, sword at the ready as she charged towards the demon who had just been preparing to claw at Sakura. In the woman's minds eye she envisioned it, one pyre lit with a brilliant blaze only to light the one right after it. A brilliant trail of embers chased after her through the garden, the Demons eyes landing on the quickly approaching. "Blood Demon Art: Carapace!" Not a second too soon was the 'magic' of the demon invoked, sent flying back at least a dozen meters by the blow from the Kinoe's sword to his neck. "It's not over yet...Slayers! Keep him on the ground, no matter what. If he gets airborne, we'll have issues. This isn't a regular demon...this was a twelve Kizuki, you can see the mark on his eye still."

Pulling himself out from a now destroyed tree that had collapsed the demon stood upright, a deep gash at his throat...and yet no blood, the demons entire body coated in a thick insectile carapace covering his body only to quickly dissipate back beneath his skin, the wound at his neck sealing up as he cackled. "Ahahaha, holy SHIT that's a rush! You almost had me there! Come on, more! The more we fight, the more I'll enjoy it!" "Gods your a creep." "That's what Kyogi says too!" "Who the hell- incoming!" The demon flapped his wings once to go airborne, hands spread forward towards the group. "Blood Demon Art: Locust Plague!" From the hands of the demon erupted a barrage of locusts made of pure bloods, firing ahead like bullets. Stepping forward Kirisu flourished her blade in a circular motion, blocking the assault from the other Slayers as a large wall of fire appeared, soaking up the blood insects. "Flame Breathing Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!"

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kakemha qingwa FiveElemental

 

[kakemha]

< sakura aka >​

Her eyes widened, she saw his eye and Kirisu confirmed it. 'Former lower five Kizuki.' Sakura thought. She knew that this demon would be strong, being a former Kizuki was a big deal, this fight would most likely get brutal. She didn't comment on the remark about eating her, all she knew, is that she wouldn't let that happen. Watching Kirisu go after the demon, she tightened her grip on her blade, her hands would probably be calloused or bruised by the end of this fight, she wouldn't be surprised if they would bleed. She heard the order from Kirisu, keep the demon on the ground. Personally, she agreed, but she knew that might be a bit hard to do. Kirisu almost had cut his head off, but failed to do so.

She watched as the demon launched an attack on them. She was trying to think of a technique that would block the attack from her. But luckily, Kirisu blocked the attack from the entire group. "Thank you, Kirisu-sensei." She thanked her for protecting the group. Now it was her turn, keep him on the ground, she would try to do her best to fulfill that request. Rushing through the remains of the fire wall, only seconds after all the blood insects would be gone. "Flower Breathing: Fifth Form: Peonies of Futility." Sakura said, rushing in at the demon, trying to keep the demon on the ground. "You know, I agree with Kirisu-sensei, you creep me out."

ManofManyRoles qingwa FiveElemental

 

[qingwa]

tomi tennoji
kakemha ManofManyRoles FiveElemental

Just her luck, it's a Twelve Kizuki. And he's a creep too, ugh! She'd never looked at something with such scorn. His Blood Demon Art has something to do with bugs? As if it couldn't get any worse! 'Why couldn't Kirisu cut off his head the first try, there's no way I can fight this thing!' Well, nothing to be done about it, Tomi took a deep breath as the wall of fire dispersed.

"Ninth Form: Idaten Typhoon!" After Aka, Tomi jumped from her stationary position, drawing her sword in the blink of an eye. She'd never seen a Twelve Kizuki, she hadn't even had experience with higher grade demons! Oh, how terrible it would be if she died to such a demon, but alas, her refusal to disobey orders from her superiors overrules that. Tomi had never prayed like she did in that moment, the small window of time between her foot touching the ground and the backflip that came after she propelled herself in the air above the demon. 'Keep the demon on the ground.' Repeating the thought nullified all others.​

 

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CLANG, CLANG, CLANG! The sound of two metallic objects hitting each other with force would cause him to wince as the noise practically blasted into his ears as the demon perched itself on top of him. Weird, huh? Even when he's being slashed at for his life, Ukito still didn't seem to get upset. A kind of personality quirk the young teen seemed to possess. Well, besides being a pervert nonetheless. In any case, Ukito didn't have too much of a problem defending against the numerous slashes tearing down at his form from the demon, though his main concern would be how long his blade would hold up. He's heard stories from his other slayer pals about how temperamental the blacksmiths can be when situations regarding their creations arise, and Ukito didn't want to deal with another old man yelling in his ear about screwing up again. That'd just be plain demoralizing. "Yes, yes! Just like that, fight for your life! Only then do you truly live, human!" " Tsk! " He was heavily depending on his sword now, constantly adjusting it at an angle as the demon clawed down at him while placing the palm of his hand against the shinogi of the blade to provide an extra support for it, though he'd be careful not to apply to much forwards pressure onto it so that it wouldn't break from being struck another time.

"Forgive me, I should not be so distracted at a time like this-" Thankfully, all his prayers would've been answered when Akashi swooped in towards the fray of battle. With his eyes widening slightly, he'd witness the magnificence that was Gravity Breathing. Within a split moment the attack hit, he'd look on intensely as Akashi now preformed his two movements, a small grin on his face now that he realized he was working with another slayer than a normal civilian. An ally indeed.

His thinking process would've been cut off by the demon's sudden lunge away from the two. Where the hell is he going? "You can't fight me head-on, so you'll attack me from behind, is that it!?" He had no room to pose a counter-argument as he had tried to do the same thing mere moments earlier. Funny how that works, innit? With a now narrowed expression, he'd watch as the demon now blast forwards from the tree branch it had landed on. His gaze would shift towards Akashi's direction since he assumed he was close to him. " Back up a bit. " He'd then announce, getting ready to move once more. Now readjusting the grasp he had on his sword, he'd plant his feet flat against the earth since he was on his back before pushing them upwards, flipping himself back up before now violently rotating himself around to get his body moving. Using this rotation, he'd outstretch his blade by his side close to his hip before taking in another small breath of air to get oxygen flowing into his bloodstream.

" Roku no kata: Nejire Uzu - Ran(Sixth Form: Whirlpool, Turbulent) "

(-VISUALS-)

Planning on using the demon's velocity against it, he'd now plant his feet back onto the ground before now bringing his blade around from his side. Using the momentum gained from said rotation, he'd violently swing his blade upwards vertically, pulling the very air along with it as a flow of heavy waves now leapt from his sword and upwards into the air to form a torrent of swirling water that covered a fair amount of ground.​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Blood Demon Art: Spores of Doom
The Horrors of Warfare; Ghosts of past shames

One two...three and four...then five and six. Each of the officers rounds found their old comrades cranium quite soundly, causing the mangled walking corpse to jerk backward with each impact until he was practically doubled over backwards where it stood, a wet wheeze escaping the man as he got upright once again. Despite Erwins best efforts to shoot and kill, all he had managed to do was blow out a chunk of cranium, the lower officer now missing an eye and a quarter of his skull, continuing to shamble his way towards his once-friend. "So that's your approach then, Kott? Deflect every ounce of blame?! You know me to be dead, you saw my own corpse! And yet you still insist on opening fire. Not true Ubermensch? For every one of us that fell at this damned port, we took four with us! We dismantled our own ships' cannons and mounted them on hills! Created the Batterie Elisabeth from their guns! With our little 'colonial force' we held far longer than the Japanese may have expected! But is that what this was? Some backwater colony? Did you even mourn us?!" There came a great groaning of the dead and dying around Erwin, german's that should rightly be dead leveling their eyes on him as he stood accused of guilts. Franz was now but mere feet away, anger and exhaustion in his eyes. "So what of it, Kott? You hold no responsibility for what happened? Not an iota of this falls upon you? It was all us, is that it then!?"

Maxxob​

 

[Kloudy]

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Akashi Kazuko
(The Shinto Shrine - Front Entrance)
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The Gravity Slayer nodded cheerfully to his newfound ally and skipped back several paces. While armless, the demon got away into the tree cover for the briefest of moments before plumetting back to the earth with the heaviest of kicks. To Akashi, it all made sense now; he knew what this demon's deal was.

"Oh, I get it now: you're the strong one." He nodded knowingly at the demon overhead, twirling his blade to the left and then right to flick whatever blood he could from the sword.

"So there must be a fast one and a tough one somewhere around here, right?"

Akashi's eyes crinkled as he smiled good-naturedly at the demon, as if happy he had been let in on a secret, "You'll tell me where they are once we cut your head off, okay?"

With his next goal in mind and feeling fairly comfortable with how the fight had gone thus far, Akashi used this opportunity to attempt a collaborative effort with the slayer that had joined him. A dull purple mist began to pour from his hands and crawl up his body, forming a thin translucent layer across his skin. He could feel it all. Each individual muscle spasm indicating a direction of all participating fighter's movements.

"Fifth Form: Still Sense..." His focus expanded until it encapsulated an area including the muscled demon and Ukito. Aside from detecting enemy movements, this form also had the use of allowing Akashi to more easily coordinate his movements in tandem with an ally, "...into First Form: Variant Crushing Weight."

Timing his shot with Ukito's Water Breath technique, Akashi inhaled deeply and the grip on his right hand tightened around his sword hilt considerably. His fist flared alight with a burst of violet energy. Rearing his arm back, the Gravity Slayer waited... and waited... and then threw the sword! Spinning end over end, the Nichirin blade flew towards the demon at breackneck speed. A thin purple line followed the tip as it span too fast for the untrained eye to fathom. With the timing of the throw, the attack would reach the disarmed demon just before he reached Ukito. Akashi's plan was that he would have to react to the sword coming at him, providing an excellent distraction. The best part was that no matter what the demon did, it would interfere with his attack on the other demon slayer. Whether he blocked the sword strike or took the hit, it would still serve enough of a suppressive purpose to allow Ukito to execute his move unhindered by whatever trick the demon wanted to pull.

Akashi scratched his chin as he pondered that thought, "Although he doesn't seem to be smart enough to pull a trick at a time like this, does he?"

weiikaza ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The Destroyed Shrine, Second Floor
A path blocked

As Jin shot up to the second floor's railing and pulled himself over, he'd catch the attention of the demoness who had been driven up this way, staying near the back wall of the upper floor a good dozen meters or so away from him. Though by catching her attention he'd managed to make himself a prime target, the woman charging towards him with claws outstretched. "And where do you think you're going?" With only a few feet between the two of them, it seemed inevitable that Jin would be forced into a melee with the excommunicated Lower One. How would he fair against such an opponent, who had so effortlessly turned a team of four into a team of one? Perhaps he would never know, for at the last moment- "Water Breathing Second Form: Water Wheel!" Having taken a running leap from the first floor towards the second, the Kinoe hurled herself into the fray, the demoness forced to block her strike with a parry and send her backward towards the railing, the woman's feet skidding across the ground to stop herself. "You and I need to have a discussion about what you've done to my team. You-" her attention jumped to Jin, voice uncomfortably calm despite the situation and a bit muffled, the Kinoe having torn her own Haori to create a face mask from the fabric farthest from where the bone spear had nicked the cloth originally, "If you're not fighting, then get moving. This is one of at least four, find the others."

With Jin given the go-ahead to continue his 'heroic escape', Akimine once again became locked in battle with the Lower One. Or more accurately, was forced to continue to play interference as the Slayers around her were stuck in their illusions. She didn't know what was going on with them, but she just had to keep stalling until they eventually came out of it, or preferably remove the demoness's head. Water Breathing arts met claw and dodges in equal measure, the demoness smiling wide with glee. "Not bad! Even after consuming two Maruchi here in this temple, you can keep up with me. But for how long, I wonder? Blood Demon Art: Rot!" A seeing pain flashed into the Kinoe's shoulder as the nick in her haori started to degrade quite rapidly, the beautiful fabric practically melting and burning her as a pervasive mold spread across from it, forcing her to rid herself of the Haori in full. Luckily it seemed like it had been exclusive to that piece of fabric and needed to spread, so her mask was fine...but the shoulder of her uniform had been eaten into, exposing fair skin and leaving it with aggravated burns. "You're quite underhanded."

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As Jin sprinted his way down the halls of the temple there would be a lone figure at one end, staring ahead at him and slowly walking forward. "Tch...of course a brat made their way past." "What do you mean made it past!? Oh we're doomed!" "You always say that, you idiot-" "All three of you, be quiet. We'll just kill him." Kicking forward, the demon quickly made headway to meet with Jin. Now that it was close enough to actually see the figure, the Slayer would have a chance to see a four-faced demon, three of them looking similar to stage masks with the one facing him immediately looking far more human, the other three facing cardinal directions. "Hello boy. Goodbye, boy." As the demon grew nearer it'd lash out towards Jin's face as if to grab it, with the intention to grab him in his rush and hurl him straight back down the hall, fastball style.

Orikanyo​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Blood Demon Art: Spores of Doom
The brothers failings

Honking cars, the smell of street food and freshly laid concrete...the sound of a thousand footsteps all around him. Dogs barking, the hiss of a cat, the pervasive scent of blood nagging at his senses. Tasuo was back home, the back alleys of Tokyo proper in a light sprinkling of rain all around him. And before him was the only person who mattered for him, the entire reason he had become a Slayer. His little sister, barely a girl of sixteen the day she 'died', stared up at him. Her Kimino was stained with blood, eyes full of tears and hair a mess. Her skin was covered in scratches and cuts, a stain of blood around her lips. "Big Brother..." the girl sniffled after she spoke, taking a step towards him before she raised her voice in protest. "Why!? Why weren't you there!? You're my brother...you always said you'd take care of me! You swore you'd keep me safe! Mom couldn't do it, we never even knew our father! But you were there for me! You were always there..." Another step forward, the girl practically shouting at him now. "But when I needed you the most, you weren't there! No matter how much I screamed for you, you didn't come and help me! You let me get turned into a demon! Do you even know what I'll look like anymore!? Why did you let me down when I needed you the most!?"

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Archdemon