- Xue Yi Song -
Before she could do anything to the man who had managed to skim the back of her cranium with his fist, he was dead, or was going to be soon enough. Something came through his back and out of his stomach, splattering blood on Xue’s body. Her gold eyes widened a bit, as she felt her breath hitch in her lungs. B-Blood . . . h-his blood! The claws that took this man’s life were wrenched from his body as he let out a horrible sound, almost gurgling, he was drowning in his own blood now. . . . The soon to be corpse lolled to the side, swayed for a moment and gave way, landing on the ground with a thud that wouldn’t leave Xue’s mind for some time to come.
She knew that much.
That was when he was revealed, the one she assumed to be the ‘Mist Demon’ these Equalists had been after in the first place. He certainly fit the bill with that mask of his; she assumed it was suppose to be frightening. . . . He loomed above her, certainly much taller than her, with her pathetic body that didn’t make the five foot mark. . . .
He had ice coming off his hands that formed into jagged claws, which had blood slowly freezing onto the tips. Fangs of ice hung off his mask as well, which he had used to rip into some unfortunate people as well.
The demon just stared down at her, his eyes boring into her. She was scared for a moment, tensing up and holding onto her parasol and Iaitō blade so tight that her knuckles showed white and bone through her thin flesh. His appearance was enough to break a spirit that was not steeled. That was when he spoke to her.
His voice was strange, it seemed to undulate between otherworldly and that of something near human, but she could still understand him. "Why do you fight if you refuse to do what is necessary, little girl?" he asked her.
Before Xue could muster a response, he slew another, before averting his attention back to her. Such . . . such an arrogant question! That enraged Xue to an extent, and that lividness showed upon her face. She looked upon him, in the eyes, at least what she assumed so, and addressed him, “You question what I deem necessary, and thus you question my morality, demon boy.” she hissed. “I am fighting as I perceive proper, and I do not consider death necessary at this juncture.”
She caught view of something, just to the side of the demon, behind him. . . . “Watch yourself!” Xue shouted before stepping to his side quickly and opening her parasol, deflecting some sort of projectile. . . . Little secret about her parasol; though it was made of oilpaper on the outside, Xue had it lined with metals on the inside so it may serve as a makeshift shield in emergencies.
Xue looked back up to the demon, though he was much larger than she, he did not frightening her any longer.