[ sadistic satisfaction makes her light. as though she shed the evil of the haniwa and their curse like blackened mud and washed it down the well of the demon slayer's patience and pride, shuten dodges that straight and true strike like she knew it was coming.
it wasn't hard to predict.
neither is the hissing and shouting, sweet like midnight passion and just as searing on her skin. veering left, she hears the singing of that stinger as it narrowly misses her ear, stopping somewhere behind her. like reflex, she truly can't help the way she smiles then. ]
Fu, fufufu! Good! That's the expression I wanted to see!
[ then, darker, in a hush not unlike the cursed voice that were just flying about the room: ]
You do know how to cooperate when it counts, don't you?
[ shuten jumps back, snapping the fragile bamboo frame of the sliding door with the round, lithe corner of her shoulder as she leaps out. the one advantage she truly has in a close quarters brawl with a speedy, poison-bearer like this one — is the fact that she's a demon: in her strength, and in her cruelty, unbeholden to the human burden of minimizing damages and casualties.
there's nothing to save anyway, she might say, as her heels skid through a red and sticky pool of something soaked through the floor of the hallway. with the sliding door between her and the demon slayer as a brief barrier, shuten winds up — and launches through it feet first, sending it crashing down with the force of her kick towards (her last known) direction of the woman. ]
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it wasn't hard to predict.
neither is the hissing and shouting, sweet like midnight passion and just as searing on her skin. veering left, she hears the singing of that stinger as it narrowly misses her ear, stopping somewhere behind her. like reflex, she truly can't help the way she smiles then. ]
Fu, fufufu! Good! That's the expression I wanted to see!
[ then, darker, in a hush not unlike the cursed voice that were just flying about the room: ]
You do know how to cooperate when it counts, don't you?
[ shuten jumps back, snapping the fragile bamboo frame of the sliding door with the round, lithe corner of her shoulder as she leaps out. the one advantage she truly has in a close quarters brawl with a speedy, poison-bearer like this one — is the fact that she's a demon: in her strength, and in her cruelty, unbeholden to the human burden of minimizing damages and casualties.
there's nothing to save anyway, she might say, as her heels skid through a red and sticky pool of something soaked through the floor of the hallway. with the sliding door between her and the demon slayer as a brief barrier, shuten winds up — and launches through it feet first, sending it crashing down with the force of her kick towards (her last known) direction of the woman. ]