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[One shout is all it takes. The mutant geese scatter, and Kamui is left high and dry crouched in the branches of his sad, gray tree. Not even Guren's intentionally intimidating posture can lift Kamui's mood after that little stunt. He sets narrow eyes on the man before, with a sigh, he hops down from his perch, open parasol trailing behind him.]

News sure spreads fast around here. I didn't peg you for some gossipy high school girl.

Word of mouth is exactly how news spreads, especially in a small town like this.

[He eyes him and parasol, but doesn't move otherwise.] I head the defense force here. That means making sure people feel safe. It sounds like you're being something of a menace.

Wanna tell me why? Maybe I can hook you up with a counselor. [He's being a smartass, and his tone is clear— cut it out.]

Defense force? Like the police?

[Kamui remembers another policeman he met once. He'd been a blast to fight. But that guy hadn't made any excuses like fighting to make people feel safe. He'd wanted blood, just the same as Kamui. This kind of interrogation is too tacky.]

Sorry, but I'm a pirate. I'm not interested in playing along with your games. If you want my answers, you'll have to ask better questions.

Like an army.

[He hates being compared to police, and it's only happened twice? God. Still, it's clear that this guy has no remorse. He could stand here asking 50 different questions to find the "right" one, or he could change his approach.

It's no mystery which he does. His thumb flicks his sword just slightly out of its sheath, and something dark begins to leak from him and the sword. It's stringy, like hair, and though they're out in the open and not in a confined space that would really test Kamui's ability to deal with a demon, he should still be able to feel incredible, intimidating power.]

This isn't a game, pirate, and I could care less about your excuses. This is a command. You stop harassing others, or I'll train you like a dog myself.

Edited 2018-05-27 16:16 (UTC)

[The very atmosphere shifts as tsuba separates from sheath, releasing a suffocating pressure into the still air. Guren immediately has Kamui's attention. He watches the unknown tendrils rise like steam from the blade as every muscle in his body tenses out of instinct. The creature standing in front of him isn't just some ordinary human. It's a monster. He's being threatened by a real monster.

Kamui's lips contort into a wide, toothy grin at the very thought.]

That's funny. [He sneers with a crazed chuckle.] From the start, all I wanted was a good fight. I should've challenged you first.

[That's not the reaction a normal person should have. Guren narrows his eyes, and every logical part of his brain is telling him to turn away and head back, just like that. But he's antsy, and the more he stares at this guy's face, the more he pictures him as the man who used Dextera as a doormat, the one who picked a fight with Josuke out of nowhere and took it too far.]

You can fight me all you want. [But maybe he's going to have to teach this guy a lesson. He still hasn't drawn his katana at all, leaving it just an inch out, but those tendrils are still going, and Guren is clearly angry.] But don't touch people who aren't interested in putting up with your bullshit.

If that's an invitation, I accept. You'd be more fun than the cannon fodder anyway.

[He cracks his knuckles as he says this, clearly gearing up for a fight. There are no ominous tendrils of power swirling around him; no magical energies or supernatural weapons either. In fact, nothing about him suggests that he plans to fight with anything other than his bare fists. Yet he manages to appear utterly confident, giddy even, in his own insanity.]

So go ahead and draw that sword. Don't worry. It won't kill me.

Edited 2018-06-02 05:26 (UTC)

You think you can stand a chance against me without a weapon?

[He's saying he's more fun than the others? Good. Maybe he can earn them a break by doing this, then. Part of him that he's been holding back has been itching for a real fight between all the spars and friendly fighting, anyway. He draws his katana with a low laugh.]

Try it.

[The fact that Guren's laughing now adds a whole new level of excitement to this duel. Kamui remains in place for several seconds, surveying Guren as well as his weapon. Then he charges forward in a literal flash. The moment he reaches his opponent, he leaps into the air aiming to heel kick Guren into the dirt from above.]

[Instead, his foot meets Guren's blade. It seems that he's able to track movement like that well enough, on top of reacting to it, though he's adjusting how much power he's going to be using now.

Someone that fast is likely going to be strong, too. He swings his sword at the foot against it, aiming to fling Kamui back considerably, and cut him, too, if he's not careful. It's not just a demon weapon he's using, but some of the demon's strength in his own arm, as well.

He follows up, pressing forward with a slash that, if it misses Kamui, carves a significant cut into the ground by the red power that comes from it alone. Guren isn't having fun, yet, but that personality is there, waiting to come out. He has to warm up to it, be pushed enough.]

[Kamui's been on the receiving end of too many swords to be cut down quite so simply. When Guren blocks his kick, he rides the swing by pushing off the flat of the blade with the thick heel of his boot. Though he does go flying, he's in control of the leap, flipping through the air for a balanced landing. Just in time for Guren's forward slash.

Though he's tempted to take the strike, to feel Guren's strength in his very flesh, he knows it's too early in the fight to properly judge what Guren is capable of. One hot second later, he's back in the air. He perches atop a tree branch to watch the destruction unfold, but the tree itself shakes beneath his feet when the slash carves straight through its root system.

That red light... Can the light itself cut solid objects? That extends Guren's reach exponentially.]

That's one dangerous toy you've got there. [He whistles as he drops back to the dirt.] Show me what else it can do!

[With that ridiculous demand, Kamui tears the entire tree out of the ground and throws it at Guren.]

[He's fast, he's strong, the kids were right to tell him this. More than that, Guren can tell that he's someone who enjoys this sort of power and fighting it. He's even more dangerous for that.

He doesn't flinch at the tree, which is probably the most ridiculous thing yet. He just brings his sword in front of him in a simple slash, and as it crashes past him on either side, he's kicking off to jump forward and aim for Kamui again.

Close combat is his forte, regardless of how the light looks, but he thinks making it look like he could go either way could throw people for a loop. Right now, though, he just wants to harm him. A cut, a stab, he'll even go shamelessly for Kamui's hair if it's in the way, just to piss him off.]

You shouldn't ask for things you don't understand. [Something more to notice is that the more this drags on, the more he presses forward or dodges back, the more power he has to borrow. At a point, curse marks begin to form along the sides of his face, like ink.]

[Guren's sword cleaves through the tree's trunk like it's so much styrofoam. Kamui loves every millisecond of it. That sword would absolutely dice him to pieces - unless he can catch it. He's stopped plenty of non-demon swords with his bare hands. He knows he can do that. But this...?

Wouldn't this crazy monster sword be the ultimate test?

When Guren rushes for him, he reaches back and flings a deep purple parasol out of the sheath on his belt. There's no secret power to be unlocked within it, but it's not for show either. It's made of metal, reinforced for battle. It's a weapon.

Kamui raises it above his head, as if he intends to swing and counter Guren's attack. Instead, he reaches out to block the oncoming blade with his other hand, a bare hand with nothing but a few bandages to protect it. Obviously, that alone isn't enough to stop the attack. The strength behind Guren's sword slices into Kamui's shoulder blade before he can slow it down.]

So teach me.

[He dares Guren with a smile, even as his palm and shoulder gush with blood. With that, he slams the parasol down, aiming to club Guren right over his head.]

[He's stunned by the way Kamui takes that hit. It's a deep wound, and more than that, it's from his demon weapon. The curse he puts in someone from the sword means that even those who heal quickly will have a harder time dealing with it. Vampires, especially, even if they're immortal, end up having to recover specially from a weapon like this.

Kamui's not a vampire, he thinks, so he'll be able to heal later, but Guren's now wondering if he's not human, either. He doesn't pull his sword back fast enough. The parasol strikes him hard over the head, and he grunts, yanking his katana back with added harshness.

He's still human. Right now, his human consciousness is still the one fighting. It always takes some beating to get the demon side out. But even if he's seeing stars a little right now, he presses past that, running to swing at Kamui again.

If he's this strong, he can push harder, stronger. He doesn't want to kill him, but this means he has to worry about it less.]

[If the way he reacts to his wound - or rather, doesn't react - says anything, Kamui is absolutely not human. It hurts. The pain from a slash like that could cripple anyone even setting aside the physical damage done to the body. Though Kamui feels every bit of that explosive pain, it doesn't distract him. It doesn't hinder him either. When Guren jerks the blade none-too-gently out of Kamui's grasp, he doesn't scream or flinch or even hesitate. He just lets the blood flow as he grins triumphantly - a true maniac in every sense of the word.]

I did it. I survived your sword.

[Now he's proven to himself what he can do. Now the real fight can begin.

With a high-pitched cackle, he lurches forward to meet Guren halfway and counters his swing with one to match. Kamui's decided it's time to fight fire with fire, weapon with weapon. Of course, he follows up that counter with a heavy kick aimed at Guren's kneecap.

His entire body is a weapon, okay. It counts.]

[From the start of this fight, it might almost seem like Guren is going to be beaten, in the end. The kick his while he's maneuvering his sword to stab harsher into Kamui, trying to exploit a weakness, but ultimately, he goes down. Their speed is incredible, if anyone were watching from the outside, and the strength is clear, as well.

But Guren is trying too hard to reduce damage, both to Kamui, the environment, and himself. The more he's pushed, though, the more he pushes back, and it becomes clear that there's a force he hasn't fully let loose, yet. One that needs just a little more prodding.

The prodding now is enough to get him to snap a bit, though, as he lashes out with his sword. Red and black energy twist out with the force of it, as well, and his eyes are sharper than ever. That swing was serious.]

I'm warning you now. Cut it out.

[Guren's slash pushes Kamui back, sending his heels sliding over the uneven dirt until his back slams into a tree. Blood sprays from his wound, and he grits his teeth through the painful jostling. More importantly, he can see the spot on his parasol where that strange black and red force has left its mark.

Shit. He only has one of these here. Even though it withstood the geese's fireballs with ease, Guren's blade has seriously dented it. Another hit like that might break it for good.

He sheaths the parasol before returning his focus to Guren himself. There's a chink in his smile, a harshness that wasn't there before. He's starting to take this seriously.]

Don't wanna.

[Each word is as punctuated as it is petulant. His intensity affects the very air around them, a pressure of his own to push against Guren's very real demonic energy. It's disturbingly clear that Kamui has no intention of sharing Guren's concern. If all of Chroma burns in their battle, it will have been entirely worth it.

He digs his feet into the earth, then kicks off, aiming to punch Guren in the gut. At the last second, he leaps over Guren, however, and sends that punch flying for the middle of his back instead.]

[He sees the fakeout as it's coming, but when he turns to meet the real attack, he's too slow in comparison. The punch hits him before he can raise his sword, and it sends him flying back, having to dig his sword into the ground to catch himself.

His arm should probably be broken from that force and angle, but instead, he's standing up again, laughing under his breath.

He can't help it. It's been a long time since he's had a good fight. When he kicks off again, it's with even more energy, and he comes swinging nonstop at Kamui, aiming to hit wherever he can.]

[Guren's tenacity is just more proof that his sword isn't the only enemy here. A weapon that powerful can only be used effectively by a powerful wielder. How much must this guy have trained? Thinking about it makes Kamui want to crush him all the more.

When Guren kicks off, Kamui does the same, mirroring his opponent with wicked grin. Over and over, he dodges the blade with practiced grace, but even if he makes it look easy, it's anything but. There's no longer room for anything but this fight in his head; his focus is intense, all-encompassing, and uncharacteristically methodical. He can't afford a single distraction as he dodges, blocks, and counters each blow at ridiculous speeds. Every stab earns Guren a kick, every slice a punch. The frenzied stalemate sends everything but the intended targets flying around them, but Kamui - and no doubt Guren as well - stubbornly refuse to cede any ground.]

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