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Gurenge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Once more Jin struck hard once Mitsuhide had stepped within the range her chains would allow. She punched him hard in the chest, feeling his bones crack under the strength of her strike, the metal of her chains groaning against the force as they were pulled taut.
 
He let out a gasp as the air was forced from his chest and he dropped to his knees for a moment before he sucked in a large breath, his bones mending rather fast.
 
Jin didn’t stop simply because he was on his knees; Mitsuhide felt her grab the sides of his head firmly, her knee smashing into his nose hard with a crunch. Grabbing a handful of hair, she yanked him closer again, wrapping one of her chains around his throat and pulling tight, eyes glowing with rage.
 
His nose gushed blood and he let out a ragged gasp before reaching and breaking her wrists easily, allowing him the time to get the chains off his neck.
 
Jin’s wrists snapped back into place as she stepped on Mitsuhide’s ankle to stop him from getting too far away from her.
 
Jin attempted to wrap the chains around his throat again, jerking backwards with a grunt of frustration. Admittedly she was letting her emotions get the better of her, but she had no where else to direct her rage. She grabbed him by the wrist, yanking him back and sinking her teeth into his neck like a beast. With one quick motion, she tore out his throat, spilling blood on herself and Mitsuhide, not caring that it got into her mouth.
 
Jin spit out the flesh, his blood dripping down her face and onto the stone floor. “What’s so amusing to you?”
 
Jin’s muscles refused to obey her, painfully tight as she stood stock still, unable to even blink. What was going on? What had he done to her?
 
She couldn’t respond to him, the muscles that allowed her to open her mouth, to move her tongue, nothing worked. She was more like a doll than a puppet, long white-blonde hair falling wildly down her shoulders almost reaching the floor.
 
“What are you doing, Mitsuhide?” Her voice came out angry, partially at him, partially at herself.
 
“You’re vile, even for a demon.” She spat out, finding the feeling of not being in control of her body disturbing.
 
Jin’s eyes widened and an electric jolt went through her body, face flushing red as he kissed her. She was only stunned for a moment before she bit down on his tongue, severing what was in her mouth.
 
She spat the tongue out like it was rancid meat, glaring at him. “You’re beyond foul, forcing yourself upon me like that- only a coward would do such an act.”
 
“And if she wishes not to be taken?” Her tone was sharp, but she was scared. His demon art was strong despite his ranking, and despite her struggles, she couldn’t move an inch.
 
Jin could do nothing but watch him take his sickle from his side, mind racing as thoughts of what he would do to her bombarded her.
 
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