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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

It didn’t take very long before Yukimura was brought out, Megohime perking up and making an amused noise as she watched the ragged-looking man stagger out. He was drooling, teeth bared in an angry snarl in his opponent’s direction.
 
"Hoo hoo~" Masamune laughed, "Poor bastard~"
Yukimura's opponent immediately looked scared; Yukimura was nothing more than a walking corpse from what it looked like. His three rinkaku tails burst from his back, green and swaying anxiously.
 
“You sure he’s even alive?” Megohime watched him closely to get a better look; Yukimura was covered in slowly closing wounds and blood, his clothes ragged and eyes rolled back in his head.
He lunged forward, his nine kagune tail exploding out from behind him and zipping toward his opponent.
 
"He'd be an idiot to die so easily." Masamune smirked.
He tried to dodge Yukimura, his tails swiping and stabbing, trying to keep a good distance from him.
 
It was no use, the man’s tails were easily outnumbered by Yukimura’s, who was fighting like a feral animal. Three tails shot out to catch his, yanking the man forward to close the distance and punch the man hard in the chin.
 
He jerked back but wasn't able to go far with Yukimura holding his tails. His teeth cracked, causing blood to drip down his chin, and he kicked out as hard as he could.
 
The kick landed hard against Yukimura’s ribs, audible cracks sounding from the couple of ribs that broke on contact. A tail pierced the man’s leg from above, pinning him in place and using the remaining tails to pull open his stomach.
 
The screams were terrible. If this wasn't what the spectators wanted, there was bound to bw concern. But there were only cheers and praises.
"He finished that one fast." Masamune remarked.
 
Megohime laughed and leaned against Masamune. “How did you get him to fight like that?”
Yukimura wasn’t done with the man yet, wrapping a tail around his ankle and slamming him into the ground again and again. Blood splatted Yukimura and the arena around him, letting out a victorious roar, looking around for the next.
 
"He does it all on his own, really. Kakuja's just be like that, I guess~" Masamune replied.
Another ghoul came out, kokaku at the ready. He reeked of fear, but he didn't back down.
 
Yukimura was on the other ghoul like flies to honey, chasing him just a step behind, almost like he was enjoying the thrill of the chase.
“Hm..” Megohime remembered Masamune’s kakuja, how terrifying he had been. “Must be.”
 
The kokaku user could hardly keep away, let alone keep up. It was terrifying, he was no more than a beast.
"What's up?" Masamune asked, "Not digging it anymore?"
 
Megohime sighed softly, resting her head against his shoulder. “It’s fine, I’m just happy to be out with you.” She said softly, squeezing by his arm a bit. “It’s nice..”
 
She made a soft noise and got comfortable beside him. “I understand, you have work..” She moved her hand to lace her fingers with his.
 
Nana busied herself with tidying up and making a cup of coffee, finding herself worried for Motochika- perhaps she was just stir-crazy.
 
Nana moved over to help him in the door, eyes growing worried when she smelled his blood. “Motochika, you’re hurt..” She moved back to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit, hoping he wouldn’t need stitches.
 
She returned shortly with the kit, closing the door behind him. “That can wait, let me take care of your wounds- you’re bleeding pretty good. Here, I can take it now.” She offered.
 
Nana set the kit on the table and opened it up, pulling out supplies to patch him up. “I really should be the one thanking you..” She moved over to him with disinfectant, motioning for him to roll up his sleeve for the wound on his arm.
 
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