[ She watches him as he approaches her, letting her eyes trail along the length of that spear with some mild interest. Not a bad choice of weapon — he'll definitely have the advantage of reach. She'll have to be mindful of that, more so now that she would have needed to if she still had her powers. But all this time down in hell, and she hasn't asked the Enma to give her anything back just yet. Makes her as good as mortal. Just a human woman, and little more than that.

Still, there's something about the way she carries herself. Something calm and steady. When she reaches to draw her sword, her grip is comfortable, the motion effortless in the way that comes from experience. ]

We should probably stop short of killing each other. [ Dryly, as she drops her dwindling cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out under her boot: ] Let's go until someone draws first blood. That way, Captain Shiki won't give me shit for getting someone maimed.

[ She settles into a loose ready stance. ]

Ready to show me what you've got?