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Within The Butterfly Themed Chambers

Aoi And Okura Weren't Helpful.

On one hand, Seven was happy to Have the company and Converse with the Two in regard to their Newest Admissions Of Kasugai Crows, But It Honestly bummed him out with How Formally Accepting they were of The Idea He's Just Proposed.

Setting down his Bowl of Handily Prepared Cereal. Or Well, grout, Considering He's Just Turned All the Grain to Mush, Sev Sets his Arms Down onto the Mat And Says with a Stern Expression.

Sev: Alright Come On. You're Both being Pretty Damn fishy right now. We're Assigned our own Crows And Now Aren't Simply Voluntary Hunters, But Occupants!

He Stands up and Paces Around as Aoi Slowly Bites Out Small Chunks of Her Rice ball, Listening to Sev All the Same while Okura Stares Solemnly At her Gyoza like something might jump out of them.

Sev: Think about it, you guys. Now It's not Just the D-List Demons We've Been Slow Dancing with The Last 2 Years. Now We're Actually Recognized as A Higher Class. Which is Good, Trust me But, it Only really Invites More trouble.

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Aoi: That isn't A Good Perspective to withhold, with How many years we've been doing this, Seven. With The more experience You garner, The More wisdom you acquire As well. You Only seem to be Growing More Unreasonable, If I must be frank.

Sev Gives Her a Look Of Mock Shock and then puts a hand to his Chest, buckling slightly as he says in a strained tone.

Sev: You Certainly must Not.

Then he springs upright And Re-takes his seat across from the Two of them. Aoi Halfway done with Her Plate while Okura Cautiously Takes a bite out of hers. Before Then stiffening a little less and Focusing on her own plate. Sev Digging Frantically into his Bowl like his life depends on it before he suddenly looks to Okura, Who casts him a questioning glance once he Opens his mouth to say something, But then Lets it go.

Eventually He does though, Putting an empty bowl down onto His tray and saying with a thoughtful look.

Sev: So, Oke.

Okura's expression is blank as She Looks him in the eye for the first time in this conversation and says, In a Quiet but audible tone.

Okura: I told you not to call me that.

(Sev Proceeds, Not seeing the point in her disapproval of his addression.)

Sev: What are your Thoughts on this Whole thing? Excited perhaps? That would be a first but if i know you, I Know not to Think too little inside the box.

Okura Takes a Moment Before Saying holding a Dumpling to Her Face.

Okura: No. I don't necessarily care for The Assets we require to do what we do. I only Care about Bettering myself And Killing those Vile beasts.

She proceeds with the remainder of her meal after that. Purely focused on her Plate now. Sev nods at her In affirmation before Aoi Then Sets Her Tray Down.

Aoi: Anyways. Your Sister Seems to have been Coming along well with the Way of The Blade. Has there been any involvement with you regarding her improvement or is she just better Swordsmanship-Wise than I first thought?

Sev shakes his Head. Okura Going back to Zoning Out As the conversation treadges on.

Sev: nah, I wouldn't blame you for underestimating her talent. Kugisa Isn't Nearly as gifted as I am in studying the art of what Makes a Blade threatening but her work ethic Makes Up for it. She Doesn't Really let up and Well. It bridges The Gap of Strength between us Two. She's Better at Improving And I'm Better at Being Better someway. Somehow.

Aoi tilts her Head.

Aoi: And what does that mean?

Sev stares at her for a Moment Before grinning slightly.

Sev: You Remember Our Fight with Boa?

Aoi Sputters and Then Gives Sev a Look of Shock.

Aoi: Why would you Openly Go ahead and Attempt to Describe your Provocation Of The Serpent To be a "Fight"?

Sev Shrugs with a smile.

Sev: Well I fought the thing. Got absolutely Pummeled But You Helped Calm Her Down! So I Turned out okay. Plus, You saw me Out There!

Aoi Creases her brows in confusion before A look of Realisation Comes across her features.

Aoi: Are you Trying to Tell me your Breathing Style's What Edges You out in Strength here?

Sev Laughs lightly at her Fit of Surprise and Nods Enthusiastically. Standing With a Hoist And Posing dramatically.

Sev: I Call it "PRIME" Breathing!!

He Transitions his Pose to face them both now. Grinning smugly.

Sev: It Isn't All that Much of A sight to see but I'm Basically the Perfect Demon Slayer! I can make my way into the Battlefield And Never Stop Swinging! I'm The Perfect fighter and Hero! The Demon's might as well forfeit really. I'm Just Too Much Of A Unit.

He flexes his Bare muscles in his Ebony dark tank top and Crosses his Arms to Flash Rock n Roll Signs at either Side of His Biceps as He Says.

Seven: FOR I AM…

An Aura of Fluid Yellow Particles Flow all about him as He Says Finally.

Seven: JUST THAT GUY!

The Two girls Stare at him With respective looks of Amusement and Firm Un-Impression.

Aoi: Good for you, Seven.

Sev Deflates at her words, Once Realising her profile in the aspect of Breathing Style's.

Sev: Easy for you to say. You're Ripped, Kan. No like. You're actually really fucking terrifying up close.

Aoi Chuckles at his Words and shakes her Head.

Aoi: It's nothing, Honestly. Just a Necessity To Perform My Breathing Techniques.

Sev Sighs and Turns his Head to Okura.

Sev: Speaking Of That kinda thing. Oke, does the reason you're so tall, have to do with your Techniques or are you just-

Noting the cold glare Okura casts upon him at that, Sev, quickly halts his speech and puts his Arms Up defensively, saying.

Seven: Ah..sensitive about your height. Got it.

Okura Scowls at him only a Moment longer, With Aoi then setting a comforting hand on her shoulder, making Okura Still in response.

Okura: ..Don't worry about That. I just Need to go train. I've sat too long.

And with that, she sets Aoi's hand aside and Gets Up with her Tray, Not Acknowledging Sev's Departing Gesture of a high five as She passes him and Then closing the door with a resounding click.

Sev stares after Okura, blankly. Lightly shaking away his surprise visibly before sitting back down, Across from Aoi, Who hasn't Moved to simply observe the ordeal, before Sev Sits and then suddenly asks with a conflicted expression.

Sev: Okay, I may just be paranoid, But Kan, do you think I'm bad at talking to..well. your kind?

Aoi tilts her head.

Aoi: My kind, Kenshi? Has your Ego Transfixed you unto Otherworldly Status?

Sev shakes his head with a light Smile.

Sev: Nah. Kan, you know I meant. Generally. Communicating with the fairer sex. I don't want to be a nerd that worries over whether I'm the Top Gun when it comes to the conversion with the Lassies and shit like that. I just want a second voice I guess. From what you've seen with me and All. How you know me.

He turns his head back up to her and asks, more rest assuredly this time.

Sev: Do you think I'm good at talking to girls?

Aoi thinks for a Short while before humming approvingly and Setting a Hand on Sev's Shoulder and Offering a smile As she half-stands.

Aoi: Don't worry about Tsuyuri, Seven.

And with that, She leaves Sev Wide eyed and slightly stricken as She departs from the Chamber's Warmth. The fireplace Sparkling and crackling every so often as The Male Swordsman Sits There in a very odd few seconds of silence.

Sev: What…the hell just happened?

Looking down at his Tray, Sev Lets his head rest in his Hands as He Says with a heavy sigh.

Sev: Ugh. Girls are so Damn confusing. Grumpy Pants…well grumpy skirts I guess. Sweet Cinnamon rolls that look like they could rip half my Guts out with her bare hands and a newbie. A pretty good newbie that could give me a run for my money.

Sev then hums to himself as He raises his Tray in one arm, A grin slowly sporting on his face.

Sev: Heh. Final-Shot examinations Commence not long from Now. I could have a Band of cool new buddies to rock with if things go south with all of these gals.

His expression adopts a serious Crease as He mulls over a thought.

Sev: Hm. My Personal Alignments to the final sector of selection aside. Those siblings are in for Hell once they're escorted from Wisteria Falls.

Spinning his Tray over his Index finger. Sev's Grin Reappears and he rolls on his back into an easy stance, Before Vaulting Out of the window and onto an inviting Tree with Practised Agility.

Somewhere Discreet, Within the Okuiya Plains

The Moment Leisure Sets a foot onto the ground, He finds himself spiralling Forward in an arc and Then, There is nothing but red, clouding his vision.

Leisure: For fuck sake.

Leisure Stands while shaking his Bleeding forehead. Well at least he tries to.

Leisure: Alright Dickwads, what's the big- oomph!!

Leisure Meets the floor again with a splat. His Skull Resounding a Loud Crunch as Leisure's Head Splits open As it Hits the Cobblestone. The Explosion Demon stunned Briefly, Not to mention shocked.

Leisure: I haven't been floored by anything Like that Since I Stumbled my way into the fortress…

A Vein begins to pulsate at the Demon's disfigured Forehead as Leisure Springs Forward and Lunges at his oppressor with A Roar. His oppressor in which appears to be a stone faced man with Tattoos riddling his entire, Bare, lean muscled Torso.

The Attacker Looks confused as Leisure rushes Him, Sidestepping a thundering explosion and Not even flinching at the force of it.

Attacker: huh. Tardy as you are and you still have those Primal Tendencies of yours. Well Your Encryption Stone didn't lie, atleast.

Leisure Recoils his Arms back and snarls at the Tattoo'd man.

Leisure: You have 2 seconds to Tell me who the fuck you are.

Attacker: Buddy. If-

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Leisure: TWO!!

In a Flash, Leisure Dashes To The attacker's Front and This time, manages to knock Him 3 steps back with A Point black explosive upper-smack. The Attacker Grimacing in annoyance as A singe-ing sensation erupts from his Face. His Eyes Lock onto leisure with predatory Level precision and, Mid-Leisure's Follow up Charge, the Attacker Breaks His Guard with a Powerful, Electrified whip of His Arm, His Tattoos Glowing a Brighter blue in contrast to their idly darker blue imprints and Leisure's Eyes Widen as The Demon quickly surges forward, chanting with Mastered Motions and technique, saying.

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Attacker Demon: Kekkijutsu! Hōshasen ~ Narukami Voruto!!

Leisure's Enveloped by Beaming Royal Blue Light before Attacker Demon Sends Him Spiralling Back with a Winded Fist That Splits The Explosion Demon's Lip and Knocks his body into twisted position just before he's then flying backward, However, not Hitting any solid surface as A result but is instead Halted By his contraption Of Electric Fire and Is soon Blasted within an explosion, In The attacker's Overview.

The Attacker Demon Crosses his Arms as Leisure lays Limp on the Floor across from him above the Staircase leading to the Common room. However he doubts The Enchantrons Would bother with barbaric Exchanges like these. He Soon hears the Increasingly Growing Echo Of Biwa Demon's Instrument, Which isn't anything good, He mutters.

Viho huffs in annoyance as the final strums begin to play, signifying someone's arrival, and the likely notice of the Complication in His, admittedly very simple task.

Viho: Sigh - For the love of-

A Demon of Average Height is then just Beside Him at the sound of the last strum. Viho looks over as It begins to ask, hands in what looks like a male's pockets. His Irises Portraying A Silver Plated Kanji Reading "Median 2".

Dee: What happened?

Viho Doesn't make room for gimmicks as He answers Affirmatively.

Viho: I attempted to restrain Him, as He looked Restless and Rabid, However, he was more resilient than I had enough patience to tolerate for.

Dee's Voice is Cool and Distorted, Like there is a device that Relays the verberation of his artificially sounding but cool tone.

Dee: Your actions were unnecessary. But not unwarranted nor unjustifiable, granted your Inexperience with your division. I can turn a blind eye at this, at Least.

Viho nods sharply and Dee moves onward, Saying Finally as He crouches down to inspect leisure.

Dee: You're strong. And with that, should come A Coherent Train of Thought. As should your Responsibility as Median Moon 6. Don't compromise that Authority you withhold next time, Viho. You'll get lost in It as A habit.

Viho's Blue Tattoos Dim as He Places a Hand to His Chest and Bows to Dee.

Viho: Understood, Sir.

Dee Finishes his Inspection of The Explosion Demon and Scoops him up in one arm with little effort, Dee moving along as Viho Moves over toward him.

Dee: Whether or Not he's conscious, We're all expected at the assemblage so we can't have leisure's poor timing hinder the commencement.

Viho Nods and The Biwa Demon's Familiar strums resound again before they're both Standing within What appears to be an Incredibly Spacious Terrain of Homages, Many Just Very Sizable Rooms occupying the Corners of The Infinity Fortress, Along with the Endless Skids of Decor That Row Along The External Personalisations on the walls such as paintings, Vintage Artifacts And, As the Fortress's Length Precedes, The More Casual The Rooms, Decor and Arrangement of Furniture Get.

Dee tosses Leisure into an empty seat where the Explosion Median falls Unsteadily in his seat and half into the lap of his Peer, Kitan, who Stares at his Form blankly before Snorting and placing his head onto the table with one hand. Viho and Dee Then Make their way to a Wide Circular Table, Occupied by the Entirety of The Median Moon Division. Viho Erupts in electricity before he's situated in a seat beside Skah, The Fifth Median and Leisure, Who's Only partly conscious now ~ Says dee as he Gives Leisure a Once over, likely due to everyone having to be stay alert, given the demanding presence of the highest moon division. The upper.

As Dee lazily makes his way into an acceptably, albeit barely straight seating position, Median 1, Zalevore nods to him and Acknowledges the Rest of her division.

Zalevore: Here's to hoping you've all been well during the last Millennium. I certainly haven't seen much of any of you, sadly. But we haven't been assembled like this in a long time so our predicament is justified.

Dee sighs and silences the Lower and Median Moon banter with a Distorted Reverberation of pressure from his mask. Zalevore gives him a look and smiles, shaking her head.

Zalevore: Oh, Dee. you never were one for small talk And such.

Dee Grunts in response as The Highest moon devision make themselves known.

Upper Moon 1, Kokushibo, Is seated Idly In a Separate Pillar Studying Chamber, With the Door Sealed Shut, However his silhouette and shadow loom and Lurk among the Underlings.

Upper moon 2, Doma, Is Stood, Sporting an alarmingly joyful squint of his eye as he looks over the lower and median devisions and winking over at the very pleased to see, Aria-Math, of The Median Moons.

Upper moon 3, Akaza, Stands Further away from his Peers, but still in line with his position, albeit clearly annoyed.

And lastly, Upper moon 4, Who stands At parallel positions with Upper 2, Looking the most unfettered by the looks of their underlings.

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LM Member:...The Highest Division…

Says Kowtow in sudden surprise at the instantaneous Arrival, Before Oi-Yori Silences him. Raising A hand to keep his Division Silent as Everyone looks on at the Unbeknown Upper Moon Before them.

Necrome. Sporting An impassive Stare and giving the lower and median moons a calculated once over, Before relaxing his shoulders, the natural course of time appearing to Have only just began registering in the Fortress, as Necrome's relaxed.

Zalevore looks on over and says, hushed breath, one dee almost misses, had he not been so close to her. The Rest of the median moon division being Wise enough to cease all conservative exchange as they acknowledge Each High-Class Moon.

Doma Looks Over their underlings and gives a lighthearted chuckle.

Doma: No need to be so broody, everyone. We've only lost a Minimal portion of our forces this time around, yes?

He says looking to akaza, and then frantically searches for Kokushibo to no avail whence Upper 3 only grunts in response.

Doma: So it seems our overseer is Not Gonna come out again? What a shame. And It's really been a while since i've seen all your lovely faces. Just Imagine all we could've-

Doma earns a few encouraging chimed from the Younger and More easy-going of the bunch (about 67% -Younger (below 200 years)- | 20% -Easygoing-) of the Median and Lower moons. However Necrome Gives him a pointed look and says abruptly.

Necrome: in case you did not Pay attention to Biwa Moon's Vital Report, Doma. We have assembled to Address Crucial matters. Not Invoke Pleasantry with our Underlings.

Doma blinks for a brief moment before Breaking into a Grin and Bowing to the Older Demon.

Doma: As you wish, Dearest Necrome. I must admit, I have dearly missed your Presence around here. As have my peers, i'm sure.

Doma then raises his head to look at the Older demon, Eyes gleaming with an eerie delight.

Doma: Your Wife and child. They are well-

Necrome's Veins pulse over his forehead as he, much to the lower moon's surprise, seers with such animosity it causes newer Moons to flinch at the ariel pressure of necromes blood art with his Spark of annoyance. Saying with a low growl Trailing his breath.

Necrome: Hold your Tongue, Buffoon.

Doma Lowers his head back and Gestures apologetically. Almost dismissively.

Doma: Yes, Ofcourse. Whatever you say.

As Doma Eases back to attention, Necrome squares his shoulders and Says, With an Easily Demanding tone of voice.

Necrome: Greetings to you all, Our Invaluable Lunar-Ghouls. We have much to Discuss.

On Que, The Lower and Mid Moons Lower their heads and Bow to Every respective Upper Moon, Kokushibo not Turning from his Back-Facing position, Likely in meditation, at Doma's casual observations. akaza not acknowledging the attention as he's bowed to as well and lastly Doma Dramatically Appeasing the Show of respect but not making a quip out of the protocol, much to the approval of necrome, who all but quirks his brow and nods to the lower and median moons. Once done and everyone is at ease within their Respective seats in each diverging realm of dark (MM) and light (LM).

Necrome: firstly. For those of you who are not aware of who i am. I was-

Doma Says quickly, cutting the older moon off.

Doma: To keep things brief, so we can Cut to the chase.

Doma says giving a sidelong glance to necrome. Who isn't particularly bothered by the intervention.

Doma: Alright everyone. Lower moons. to keep things strictly professional here. I shall give you the rundown. That over there is Necrome. One of the Older Demons to have reigned in the organisation for centuries now. I might add, He's very reliable but alas, absolutely no fun whatsoever. But he is a Vital part of us, so if you please, Wish him a warm welcome.

Necrome shakes his head, saying quickly.

Necrome: No need. There are pressing matters to discuss. Pleasantries are unnecessary right now.

A few members murmur in contemplation before quieting down once more.

Necrome: Now that we have Introductions Set Aside, The Following Points of focus are some you all need to Listen carefully to.

In almost an instant, The Under-Moons Notice Akaza straighten and Doma Fidget In anticipation as necrome Gives the room a once over and His Gaze Lands Solely upon the Median Moon's Rank Twelve. Hantengu Quivers as The Infinity Fortress's Clear lighting Transitions to a Bright Red. Seeming as though Necrome has Decided to address him directly.

Necrome: Hantengu.

Hantengu's Eyes Widen and He Recoils Back in his Seat, arms over his head and tears welling in his eyes. Necrome doesn't seem to Offer much comfort to his Fright however.

Necrome Speaks Steadily but His Gaze is Cold. Chilling. And almost every median moon can feel it so.

Necrome: Over the Last 2 Millennia, Has There been A Notable Improvement Or Excellency in Your Blood-Work? If So, Please do hold your tongue, if the fact is that you've Followed through what is to be expected of you after such Prestige. - If not, However, State it so and Why You've been so incompetent to this degree.

Hantengu Looks momentarily stunned, Running his claws over the Median Table's Surface, Seemingly almost incapable Of speaking as he Digs deeper into the Tables Reinforced Wood.

Hantengu: I…I…I have Undergone Betterment..However..I Have not..Been capable of following Through..

Hantengu's Eyes then widen, Almost as though he's just realised the gravity of what he's Just Said.

Hantengu: IT WAS THE HASHIRA! THEY…They...…They were Too much…

To Everyone's sudden surprise then, Leisure, Slouched in his Seat, Raises His Hand and Looks up over at Necrome with a Steel, Blazing Gaze.

Leisure: I Facilitate His Claim, Upper 4. Those Guys have been hell Lately. And we sure do all feel the same way. Bastards are weird now-

Zalevore Raises a hand to him And offers an apologetic smile to necrome before saying, over her division.

Zalevore: While we are in careful consideration of Hantengu's Words, In The Pillars having been a profound chore to Work with, the Last Few centuries, You should Speak for yourself, Leisure. For we do not withhold Similar Experiences.

Leisure slowly nods at her as the rest of the division ranked after him Murmur and nod in agreement. The Explosion Demon takes a moment before Then Roaring in Surprise.

Leisure: The FUCK!? Are you Trying to say i'm one of The Flock that Struggled?

Zalevore Fixes Him with an icy glare as Leisure Realises he's Just interrupted her next words. Likely even the commencement of the Assembly. Doma Then Appears A Short distance Behind The Explosion demon and Lightly whistles His way, Freezing Leisure From the inside Out within 3 Seconds. The Explosion demon Sagging as his Limbs Still and his body Seethes in pain, as doma says, appearing back in his upper Position.

Doma: Very Sorry to do that to you, Pal. But it is a Strict principle that you don't Be a disturbance during the course of the Assembly. Especially With your superior so yeah. Do try to refrain from that in the future please!

The Rest of the Gathering Commences without much comment on Leisure's, Stable but stationary State of Condition. Only a Peculiar 3 Are bestowed Necrome's Direct Addression as He Assesses Their Respective informals.

Darnella, Being particularly more embarrassed than anything, Is Admitting to her Prestige and Follow-Up of Her Blood-Work however The "Latent Demon Slayers" in her Words, Have Halted The Spawn Of her Abilities. Making The Outside world a hard place to Spark A Spree for very long.

Necrome is Satisfied with her Situation, Granted she's Lacking, physically, as a demon.

Rain is Typically more annoyed. Disclosing that his Strength and Power Have Hit a Brink He's been More than preparing to break but one Hashira Combated him. One he just could not kill. He was going to Have Weather Alternating Capabilities! And That Prime Point of his Body being at its peak was All Thwarted by one Pillar. A Fucking Blind one For that matter.

Necrome is Comprehensive of his words and nods in Understanding. Turning his head to take The Under-Moons in once more.

Necrome: (Drastic measures will be of No Precedent Use To us here. I initially thought so but it appears we've only undergone a minor setback.)

Necrome then gives His peers Respective looks of contempt, Rage and Contemplation.

Necrome: (Kokushibo must be In another lunar Terrain. The room is one Effective Rift Between That realm and the Fortress, i will admit.)

Necrome Then Lays his gaze onto doma, Taking The 2nd Ranked Upper Moon In as he Assesses him slowly.

Necrome: (upper moon 2…Withholding otherworldly levels of Potency. A Crazed yet Deranged Asset to Our Unit But An Effective One Nonetheless…Though. If only he Played his Part and Took Rueful Objective Seriously then He would be so much less of A Liability. Arguably One of The Most Prominent Artworks to ever Meet the Organization, Is Deprived of Any Adequate Development Given The User's Incompetence. No…Hantengu's Victim to his Multithreaded-Demeanours, Which is Disappointing but..He is the Problem here….)

Necrome's Encrypted Eyes Glow Purple As He Trains his Gaze In on the Polar Opposing Demon From him. Doma, From exchanging smiles With Aria Math of the Mid Moon's, Meets Necrome's Soul-Piercing stare with a disarming Grin. Not Seeming to have the slightest Reaction in kind And His Smile Appearing almost stuck in place as, Aria-Math, Amidst Flirting with the Stronger demon, Notices the halt in their Exchange and takes notice of Necrome, Who's Eyes Practically spell death as Doma Sighs dramatically, His own Eyes, A Fluorescent Rainbow Hue Gleaming in delight as he Attempts to Lighten the mood.

Doma: dearest necrome, i must be frank in saying you are being quite the let-down here. You just got back. Can we not take a moment To catch up? Please? I can assure it'll be good! Under more pleasant Circumstances even perhaps. Oh, Speaking of Which, your wife is quite the lovely woman. I didn't know or think she'd Be as Soft Spoken or Delicate as i Pre-meditated-

Akaza and Kokushibo are Ripped from their Respective Corners of Isolation As Their thought processes are interrupted By A Sonic Blast, Right off the CenterLine of Necrome's Position.

The Room barely processes the next few seconds Before an eruption sounds.

Necrome Is Flying through the Air with Gritted teeth, Not even having unsheathed his blade as He Chants And Launches A Flurry of Circulative Slashes Doma's Way in Less than a second.

Necrome: Spacial Envelopment, Orbit Rings.

Doma's Arms are Cut Off In Swift motion as the rest of his Body's Riddled with slashes, courtesy of a summoning of short blades, all as his eyes widen, and he studies the demon no less than 2 Meters away from him. The grin still on his face, Doma Says, ecstatically.

Doma: He…He Didn't Breathe? Why didn't he breathe!?

Doma Then Heals Instantaneously And clashes a Whirling slash from the Time Demon With A Fan Whip, Expelling a Blast of Ice that Hits Necrome's Right side dead center, Freezing him from within, However Doma's surprised as he Doesn't Slow down even a little as they charge back at one another. Doma surrounds their area in Frost as He Rushes In to Counter Attack but His Return Whip Of Blast Ice is Dodged and His tongue is split in half in retortion, Doma Surprised at the Turn of events, granted he anticipated Necrome To Recoil under a stronger Burst of Ice. This is Unexpected. Just what could contribute to this blasphemy? Necrome should not Be able to triumph. His Art is The most powerful, he knows that, He-

Doma: To hell with it-!

Doma Breaks into A Cackle As His Tongue Blows Apart in two, Giving The Ice Demon a Twisted, Bloody and Disfigured Grin. Doma lets an aerial blast of ice Loose from his Body And, Seemingly, Stops Necrome's Attempt to Retaliate, But His Ice Suddenly Vapours And Necrome Rushes up from Under Him, In his Previous Counter-attacking Position. Blade Sheathed Now and the Gas of His Spacial Technique & Style Flowing from his Teeth as he makes a Decisive Motion And Roars in a More Otherworldly tone.

Necrome: Space Breathing: Fourth Form, Nebula Hour!

Necrome Launches Doma Airborne With 3 Blunt Force Strikes of his Blade And, Once Having him so, Doma's Internals Spurt Out As he's Slashed all around with Spacial Energy, And No less, Energy that feels like it's Garnered All of His own Energy.

"Damn it- so that's what that cheeky bastard was up to-", Doma says, His Grin Carrying a trickle of Animosity now.

Necrome Flourishes his Blade as doma's Body Builds with energy And as necrome, Concludes his Initiative Stance By Trailing his Two index Fingers off the Hilt of The Blade with a Sharp Whip, An Explosion Sounds and Doma is Blown into The Terrain In Icy Blue Particle and Light.

Necrome's Stare is Icy as The Eruption occurs. Convicted, He stares into the Abyssal blue light with Cold eyes. Thinking only one thing and one thing only. ~ Doma Must be Finished.

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(KnY - Episode 2: Red On Red (2/2) - Complete.)