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[Chaoslord29]

Katsuro surveyed the bloody field of battle with a well pleased air about him, much contented by the destruction wrought upon the land and the slaughter of those pitiful mortals who had sought to oppose him. Their so called armies had shook in fear not only before the battalions of demons at his command, but couldn't run over themselves fast enough to escape the scything edge of his blade, burning with an infernal heat that cut a blood swath through the ranks of mercenaries, militia and soldiers alike who had banded together to stop his most recent rampage from his volcanic mountain fortress. Despite the carnage around him, he was somewhat disappointed by the showing against him, finding that it was often enough to send his forces into battle with few orders except to kill all in their path, and make his presence known to attain victory.

He craved a challenge, mortal or otherwise which might test his skills more fully, after all their was little satisfaction in simply playing the butcher when the cattle were lined up for slaughter. It was rumored that his actions here had garnered the interest and perhaps the contracts of demon-hunters or assassins, but he was as yet unconcerned, more interested in seeing if the spoils of war could not divert him from his troubles. He entered the fortified village which his forces were now going about ransacking, larger soldier demons, directing the frenzied chaos of the Akki as they went about looting and filching anything and everything of value. Occasionally one would attempt to pickpocket a particular item, only to be cuffed on the head by the nearest soldier should it be anything more than a trinket or small trophy.

There were some survivors too, and the civilians who had hoped to remain hidden or safe behind the walls of the city, who were now being dragged into the streets and arranged by their uses, as servants slaves, and in the case of the women . . . but Katsuro saw none that caught his eye just yet, deferring to his lieutenant, a hulking, brutish Oni with blue skin and a quartet of particularly large tusks which flexed menacingly as he grinned at the cowering women arrayed before them.

 

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Temari was....well....there weren't quite words to describe exactly how she felt as she had watched the battle unfold. Soldiers slaughtered like animals....a few either brave or foolish enough to stand their ground....they had been the ones lucky enough to die quickly...the others who had ran...they were hunted like it was almost a sport....these demons....she could more than understand why feuding leaders had banded together to hire someone to take out their leader....this had to stop....before it spread any further and consumed more innocent people.

Sneaking into the city had been childs play. There were no guards, no lookouts. Yes the gates had been sealed up, but scaling the wall was an easy task from the far side. The defenses were all focused in the direction the swarm of demons had come from. Temari was too late to help with the battle, even the battle inside the walls. But then even if she had been here earlier, even if she had wanted to help, she couldn't. She couldn't reveal herself like that...she had to stay hidden, stay silent, her presence couldn't be known until the last critical moment. Slowly, silently she moved through the city, avoiding both fleeing survivors and the lesser demons hunting them....they were the small fry, beneath her attention. Steadily she was making her way to the center of the city where the survivors were being taken, where the leader was sure to be.

Finally, after taking nearly an hour to traverse what should have taken 10 minutes, Temari could see him, the massive demon that was in control here. She could feel his power.....it was almost overwhelming even for her....but this was no time for hesitation. Slowly and silently, she moved her way closer, never leaving the shadows, never exposing herself for even a split second, using her abilities to ensure that she didn't even create a breeze or a scent that could be detected. In every way that mattered, she was invisible.

Silently, the knife was drawn from her side....it had been given to her by the clients....a knife blessed by powerful priests, forged from the silver of a holy cross, cooled in the holiest of holy water, a weapon perfectly suited for killing a demon.
Temari was in position now, behind the demon. Now was her chance, he was surveying his winnings, his guard down from the totality of his victory. Without hesitation, Temari lunged forwards in silence, finally exposing herself, the knife raised up ready. In a heartbeat she was at Katsuro's back, the blessed knife lunging towards the back of his neck, clearly intended to remove his head with one clean slice.....

 

[Chaoslord29]

Despite his preternatural senses and demonic presence, Rakator did not sense the shinobi and her knife lunging for his neck until it was far too late for him to draw his blade, hoping to parry or dodge the decapitating blow. Briefly his mind flashed at the thought that someone might be able to get the drop on him, that some slithering, skulking creature of great power would have reason to kill him, but all this passed by the wayside as he thought to prevent the assassin from their goal. A ripple seemed to pass through the air as Temari lunged towards him, and suddenly the air around Rakator erupted in flame, and the Demon Lord was engulfed, awash with infernal fire which billowed out from him in a great plume, roiling outwards to envelop all around him.

This was a most distasteful means of defense to Rakator, preferring to meet his foes with his blades or his hands, but the rolling aura of fire which radiated out from him was effective in deterring most attacks, as evidenced by the shrieking humans who dove for cover around him and the demons who rounded, shrugging off their master's flames which did not harm them, but ready to come to his defense.

 

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Temari should've known it was going too well, that this was going to be too easy. She had been so close....but a split second before the knife could reach its target, before the holy blade could rip his head from his neck, the air suddenly erupted with flame. Temari gasped, having to suddenly stop her attack, managing to pull herself away at the last moment to avoid being burnt in an instant, landing on a nearby crate and immediately leaping away to avoid the flames that continued to expand. Unfortunately, Temari had no choice but to make herself plainly visible in order to avoid the flames, easy to spot to all the demons around her.

Temari was soon far enough away to avoid the flames, though she had to remove her outer coat as it was now on fire, tossing it to the ground, the blessed blade still in one of her hands. "Alright....so this didn't quite go to plan..." She was stoid directly opposite Rakator now, staring him in the eye, the only human left alive in this area who was brave enough to even dare conemplating such a thing. "Alright you bastard.....things may not have been over as quick as I was hoping, but you're still gonna die here"

 

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Rakator turned to face the young shinobi as she brazenly challenged him, wielding a knife glowing with banal holy energies to his preternatural senses. His demons immediately encircled Temari, brandishing iron clubs, axes and halberds of proportions too large for any human to wield, handling them menacingly as they closed in around her, awaiting some false move by the assassin or an order from their liege. Rakator studied her with burning eyes for a long moment however, a wry smile cracking along his demonic features, his gore red flesh rippling as he drew the long, flat headed broad sword from behind his back, and flourished it in challenge at the young shinobi. Immediately the circle of soldier demons parted to leave a path between them, and lesser demons began to gather around, wooping and shrieking.

"To think I had thought some worthy foe had decided to attempt my life," He said aloud before laughing scornfully and pointing with his blade, "I must be growing dim to mistake a great adversary for a lowly human girl."

 

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Temari glanced around as she was encircled by the demons, more than ready to take them on. Sure they were strong, wielding weapons larger than even she was....but she was small and fast, difficult to hit. She would kill them before they even knew it. That had been the plan anyway, until they all stepped aside for their leader, Temari drawing the blade in her hands back, standing ready with it. "You're going to die right here for what you've done.....you monster...."

She studied him for a moment, examining his stance, his movments, waiting for what looked like an opening, before suddenly dashing forwards, ducking down to get under his optimal attack point, thrusting the blade up towards Rakator's stomach, intending to slice it clean open.

 

[Chaoslord29]

She was indeed fast, but her assumption as to Rakator's speed and the weakness of his guard was a severe underestimation. As she ducked beneath his guard, aiming her blade for his stomach he simply stepped forward, swinging not with the blade of his sword but hammering down with the elongated hilt over her head. The pommel of the sword extended downwards from the hilt, roughly the size of a small mace, and his hands were armored in black metal gauntlets with cruel studs along his broad knuckles. It was a hammer blow that would crush stone, he loomed over the small mortal girl that he could strike over her head with impunity, apathetic the knife slicing towards his gut, confident that even should the blade find its mark she would not get the chance to capitalize on such a blow, not with the ton of force coming down on top of her.

 

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Temari saw the attack coming from the corner of her vision, eyes widening. He was fast....much faster than anyone that size should be. But then he wasn't human....she had to forget about those misconceptions...the same rules didn't apply to this....thing. There was no choice....Temari suddenly dropped down, going to roll between Rakator's legs to dodge his attack, though it left her with no choice but to abort her own attack aswell. She could only hope he was slow to turn. Now she was behind him, Temari turned quickly, her back also to him, attempting to attack his back, trying to inflict any damage she could.

 

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Rakator anticipated her route of escape though, knowing that it would be her only option if she didn't want to be crushed. Here she was correct in that the force of the blow would indeed make him slow to turn, unable to face her in time to meet her knew attack, but she had made a fatal mistake in underestimating his inhuman strength. Instead of trying to round on her, he simply continued with the downwards aimed blow, bringing all of his prodigious force into a tremendous hammer blow into the ground at their feet. The magically forged blade met the cobblestone street with a resounding crack, and the blow that might have crushed her has she not been so agile, now slammed into the earth beneath them sending thick blocks and shards of stone flying out around him along with a tremendous wave of force. The buildings around them shook with the force of a highly localized earthquake, and as the dust settled, it revealed Rakator standing in the center of a large crater in the street.

 

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A moment before Temari's blade could strike, everything changed. His hammer slammed into the ground, and something she never could've anticipated happened. The ground beneath her exploded, quite literally. It shattered beneath her feet, the force and rubble sending her flying into the air, the blade being forced from her hand as she was flung into the side of a nearby building, nearly smashing right through the wall, before falling back to the ground, coughing ad slowly pushing herself back to her feet, though she had no idea where her weapon had gone. "D-damnit......" She shook her head, looking up at Rakator, coughing up a little blood. "B-bastard....."

 

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Rakator seemed totally unphased by the destruction he had wrought around him, and as he caught sight of Temari at the base of the building, unarmed and in a moment of weakness, he lunged towards her, and in a single fluid movement, faster than the eye could follow, pinned her to the recently wrecked wall with his hand around her throat, holding her feet dangling in the air as he applied just enough pressure as to constrict her breathing. "Quite careless of you, even by mortal standards. I do hope you have some other redeeming feature in your life besides botched assassination attempts." He declared triumphantly as the dust began to settle around them and the demons again formed a circle around their leader and his adversary.

 

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Temari barely had a chance to clench her fists when he suddenly rushed over to her, far faster than someone or something that size should be able to move. When he grabbed her neck and slammed her against the wall her breath was knocked away, the pressure making it hard to breathe. She gasped slightly, barely able to keep herself conscious. Still, there was no way she was going to die without a fight. Whilst his hand was around her neck, his eyes focused on her face, she discreetly grabbed a kunai from the pouch strapped to her thigh, suddenly raising it up to stab it into the hand that was holding onto her neck. She'd just have to kill him the hard way.