When in Rome...

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Tenma rolled his long lick tongue slowly over his lips, I can already taste the blood this village will bring. Tenma's other half shivered with fright, Just leave these people alone, they haven't done anything to us. Tenma cackled out loud, "So!? What if I kill them each painfully and slowly!? What would you do?!" The moon hung behind him, casting his menacing shadow over the town. Tenma gripped the hilt of Teiken tightly. He slowly inched the sword from his hilt, and whipped it out. He whispered the words "Kei-Ken," and the blade grew into a long glowing whip.

Tenma flipped his wrist, and the bladed cracked. He roared with laughter, his back arching towards the sky, "Prepare yourselves for a beating!" Tenma smashed the whip against the closest house. It shattered into a hundred pieces, the pieces flew in front of Tenma's eyes, and he flapped his wings violently creating a torrent of wind sending the sharp pieces of wood spiraling at a small child who had foolishly walked out into the center of the road.

Tenma leaned forward with excitement as he watched as the pieces of wood impaled the boy through his chest. Tenma straighted him self, and sighed to himself, "Still not satisfied." He flew as low to the village as possible, and yelled to the residents of the town, "Stupid humans! I'm going to kill you all. If any of you would like to try to stop me, please come try. Ripping you limb from limb will be most satisfying!"

[zake]

Miroke woke startled. He had been resting in a human village, his body being very similar to a human's, and there was now the sounds of destruction right outside the house he had been sleeping in. He quickly got up and grabbed his zanpaku-to, encadenamiento de laminas, and he tied it to his waist. It was the middle of the night and he couldn't see very well in the building. He soon found himself outside, however.

"What the hell!" Miroke said aloud at the sight of the village. He was dodging around the humans, only full blooded youkai could see him, and he took in the surroundings. A building had been completely destroyed and a boy was impaled through the chest with a piece of his own shelter. "Find the demon who did this." Miroke said as he drew his sword with his right hand.

"Okay, just be careful, Miroke." Came a voice from nowhere as a hawk flew from the sword into the sky, finding Tenma in seconds. "I've found him." The hawk's voice filled the air strangely. "He's floating above you; it looks like he's a bird youkai." Miroke tapped the hilt of his sword on the forehead of the boy's soul, which was huddled in a corner, crying. The konso was complete in seconds and he turned to face the demon floating above the village, brandishing his weapon.

"Okay," Miroke called up to his zanpaku-to's spirit. "Return before you get harmed!" The bird faded away and Miroke floated up to meet the youkai. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He said when he had almost reached Tenma. He probably couldn't be seen, his clothes and hair being all black. Miroke held his sword firmly, but he was not in any fighting stance for he hated violence.

OOC: hey, two bird youkai about to battle it out in the skies. gotta admit, this is pretty cool when you think about it.

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OOC: Yea, this is going to be awesome.

Tenma let out a loud roar of demented laughter, "So someone dares to challenge me! Show yourself, for I do not wish to wait long to enjoy your bloodshed!" The two sides of Tenma broke out into a large frivolous argument. You must leave, if we don't it will only lead to unnecessary blood shed! Tenma laughed out loud, "Do you not think that's what I want!? I will kill everyone of these villagers with my own hands, so that I may bathe in blood tonight!"

Tenma brought his wings close to his body, and dive bombed one of the fleeing villagers. Tenma snickered to himself with glee at the the villagers look of pure horror, as Tenma picked him up with his gangling claws. The villager gasped and pleaded with Tenma, "Please o powerful youkai, let me live!" Tenma laughed, he loved it when his prey pleaded for mercy. He started to lazily drift towards the ground as if he was letting the go, but as soon as the man's feet were barley and inch from the ground, he threw him into the air, and with his Kei-Ken, he sliced his body once at the head, and then again at his waist. The crimson blood poured down on Tenma's face and body, covering him in a repugnant sheen.

Tenma turned himself to the area he was once floating, "If you wish to save the rest of these humans from a similar fate, then show yourself and let me enjoy your blood in their steed!" As he looked inside himself, he saw his other half trying to block out the repulsiveness of what he had just done. He cackled loudly at his other half's squeamish nature, "Let me show you what true power looks like!" He pushed his other half's mind out so that he may see the carnage that lay before him. His other half was forced to look at his own body covered in the blood of another, slowly oozing off forming a large puddle around the body of the man whom it belonged. He rocked back and forth, and Tenma pushed him out of the way, "Now let me finish this!" He grabbed his sword, licked some of the blood off of his lower lip, and shuddered with excitement, "Now come for me, because I bore of this waiting!"

[zake]

OOC: whenever you try to kill a human, could you give me a chance to save him. it would really help with the thread and teh battle.

IC: Miroke almost screamed when the youkai murdered another human. Atleast this one passed on peacefully, that meant less time he had to waist on a konso. Miroke faced the youkai, a mix of anger and sorrow in his face. "How could you just murder that man like that?" He screamed. "It isn't right to kill senslessly like this!" He couldn't tell what the youkai was talking about, but it seemed like he wasn't right. It seemed to Miroke as though he was talking with someone else for a second.

"Whatever your reason," He said, holding his sword in both hands to prepare himself incase Tenma charged him. "I won't let you harm another human here." Miroke's body disappeared and reappeared right in front of Tenma. "I'm not hiding, and i won't kill you. Stop this before a massacre happens, or i will." This was both a plea with the youkai and a threat, and it showed in Miroke's voice.

The humans were all fleeing from a youkai that had attacked, no knowledge of another that was protecting them. However, if they could see Miroke, they probably would've assumed he was helping with the attack.

[darkstrike]

OOC: Yea, sorry I just wanted to creep out Miroke

Tenma laughed at the hovering human, "Kill? Kill without reason? Oh no, I have a reason! To exterminate everything that gets in the way of my one goal! The destruction of every bird yokai that exists!" He cackled with glee as he tucked in his wings, and accelerated towards the voice, as he did, he started make out the shape of a human. He laughed and raised his sword, "No matter what magic you posses you human, I will cut you down and enjoy watching the blood spill from your abdomen!" With one hand, he brought his blade to the side, and swung it at full force, intending to severe his body in half.

[zake]

Miroke reacted quickly to Tenma's attack, using a shunpoe to move behind the youkai to avoid his sword. "I am no human." He said, the irises of his eyes turning a golden color and the whites turning black as pitch as he drew out his youki. "And whatever grudge you hold against bird youkai, these humans have nothing to do with it." Miroke raised his hand to his face and a white material started gathering in the palm of his hand. "However, if it's a bird youkai you wish to fight," He swiped down his hand and a white mask appeared on his face resembling a hawk. "I will gladly fill in the spot."

There was no color in the mask, it was bone white except for Miroke's eyes. His youki was now flowing freely around his body as he began his transformation into his true youkai form. "If you couldn't keep up with me before," He said, his mask covering the emotion in his face. "Then i won't have to work hard to subdue you now." Just like before, Miroke stood completely still, holding his sword in his right hand; although, this time, he had a feeling of absolute power with him.

'Why are you using your true form? You know how risky it is if you go too far.' His zanpaku-to's spirit made a lot of sense. This way, Miroke was going to continually get stronger as his transformation deepened, but it would exhaust him quickly if he wasn't careful.

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Tenma grinned malevolently, "HA! A bird youkai! This day keeps becoming better and better! I'll bring your head to the leaders of the bird tribe and bask in the gore the battle will bring!" Tenma raised his sword and yelled, "Kei-ken!" His blade evolved into a long purple purple stream of light, the end curved. The blade jumped around, seemingly alive. Tenma lifted the hilt in front of his face, and licked it's sharp edge, causing his crimson blood to roll down the edge, covering the hilt in gore.

He rotated his arm to the side and his smile vanished, "Take of the mask, I like to see the fear on my Prey's eyes when I execute them." Tenma casually flicked his wrist up and tried to use Teiken's blade to slash the mask in half.

[zake]

Miroke was somewhat stunned at his opponent's sword's transformation. He had thought that only zanpaku-to could transform like this. Because he was already starting to change, Miroke was able to react quick enough to Tenma's attack, but he couldn't move fast enough to get away. Instead, Miroke raised his sword to counter Tenma's blade. The weapons clashed together noisily.

"If you wish to fight me, the mask remains. If not, i will end this right here." Miroke was being calm, as usual. But, this was getting harder by the second as he needed to react and think of a strategy at the same time. "Why do you hate the bird youkai so?" He asked, his emotions still covered by the mask. Miroke pushed away from Tenma with his blade and got around twenty yards between them. That was enough to ensure neither had to die. "I doubt my head would help much in the matter."

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"Why shouldn't I hate them? They cast me out! My own parents spit at my feet and told me that I was too weak! I'll take my revenge on them! I'll bathe in their bloods, create fountains crafted to replicate them in every way, and have their own blood rain from their mouths! I'll eat their flesh little by little, and smile with contempt after they're all dead and gone!" Tenma laughed with the overwhelming excitement, as lowered his wings towards his body, and sped quickly at Miroke, "And seeing a bird youkai's head on a silver platter will only serve to feed my hunger!" He quickly flung Teiken back and forth in large sweeping motions.

This was enough to take down a regular man, but Tenma knew he wasn't dealing with a regular man. He continued his sweeping barrage by quickly randomly flying around Miroke, stabbing and slashing at him every chance he could find.

[zake]

Miroke went quickly on the defensive. Tenma's words shocked him, but he pushed that aside. He didn't need those distractions right now. Tenma's blade smashed against Miroke's and the force sent him back a few feet. "So, your parent's death is what you wish?" Miroke asked, trying to figure out why this man acted this way. "Trust me, killing your parents will only worsen things." Miroke spoke from experience. He hadn't been the same since he was forced to kill his father.

Miroke shunpoed behind Tenma, suffering a few wounds on his torso and arms, but nothing too deep. "I guess you're going to take this fight more serious than i am." Miroke took a fighting stance, holding his right arm straight out with the sword straight in the same direction. "I'd better take this more seriously, too." Miroke let his youki flow more freely than before and it could be felt, a pressure pushing down on his surroundings.

"Link Together!" Miroke screamed. A chain shot from the hilt of his sword, wrapped around his forearm and looped around his back, wrapped around his left forearm, and ended in a duplicate sword in Miroke's left hand. "Encadenamiento de Laminas!" The release was completed when Miroke called out his zanpaku-to's name. "Count yourself lucky. My shikai is only used against strong opponents. You should be proud that a shinigami has shown you their release." Miroke's voice was more serious, and his youki had an ominous, death-like feel to it. His eyes were focused behind his mask, Miroke being dedicated to this fight.