The demon unsheathes his blade , eyes locked , mind clear , poised and calm. Then he speeds to cut down the hashira thinking, “he won’t survive my first strike I have nothing to fear “
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Weary of the movement’s made from his opponents side, the hashira reached for his own hilt. Ohagi narrowed, scanning the surrounding area around them to ensure he had open pathways. He can’t give up now. “Bring it on then, we have nothing to talk of!”
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“Is that what you think will happen? You’ll kill me? Think again, bastard.” A scoff, but not one of arrogance. The wind’s intuition told him this demon was no ordinary one; although, he wasn’t close enough to see his rank — he knew it was high.
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