[There's no humor in Guren's voice. For a moment, he'd been terrified, and he still doesn't know what this means. Can Mahiru extend her reach like this? Can this world be altered from his memory? Is his demon in his soul changing things? Or did one sword slip through the cracks and hide until now.
He doesn't know. He doesn't like it, and he wasn't about to risk Damian feeling first hand what it's like to face a demon, after all of that talk. He crosses the distance between himself and the sword, steps on it and digs his own katana down into the blade, through the fuda.
It disintegrates, and Guren stares at where it used to be, his sword still stabbed into the ground.
Well, Damian can admire the rest of the room, if he wants. It's all that dark feeling and statues and seals, though. Also... a few blood stains here or there.]
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[There's no humor in Guren's voice. For a moment, he'd been terrified, and he still doesn't know what this means. Can Mahiru extend her reach like this? Can this world be altered from his memory? Is his demon in his soul changing things? Or did one sword slip through the cracks and hide until now.
He doesn't know. He doesn't like it, and he wasn't about to risk Damian feeling first hand what it's like to face a demon, after all of that talk. He crosses the distance between himself and the sword, steps on it and digs his own katana down into the blade, through the fuda.
It disintegrates, and Guren stares at where it used to be, his sword still stabbed into the ground.
Well, Damian can admire the rest of the room, if he wants. It's all that dark feeling and statues and seals, though. Also... a few blood stains here or there.]