░░░The Golden Hound░░░
Izayoi rose from his beastlike crouch, cracking his knuckles as he twirled the pipe casually, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. He'd managed to hit him, this time, even if the blow didn't seem to do much. His power had been "What do I want with her? Man, you've misjudged me, you unsightly, festering shitstain," He said with a cold laugh. "Hate to break it to ya', but there's not much of anything I want anymore. I just hate scum like you, and as it just so happens, I've got nothing better to do than take you down a few notches." Leveling the pipe like a knight might ready a sword, he braced himself to lunge again, confident that he had the advantage of speed in this fight, at least. However, he was a little disturbed by something. The Territory he'd used to power up the otherwise mundane pipe he was currently trying to beat his opponent into paste with was pretty powerful by his standards. Against a normal Demon, he should have at least drawn blood, maybe even damaged its physical form. This guy barely even seemed hurt by it, and he hadn't even manifested himself physically to protect himself. Just how powerful was this thing?
Nonetheless, Akatsuya wasn't one to back down. If his enemy wasn't going to counterattack, he should push his advantage for all it was worth. Lunging towards the Demon like a lightning bolt, he jabbed the pipe forward, again projecting a full scale Territory at the tip to release immense concussive force completely disproportionate to the power of the blow itself, hoping that he could punch a hole clean through his adversary's torso with raw power.