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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Megohime wasn’t dead, she didn’t even seem like she was unconscious, her thoughts and memories peppering Masamune’s own, nearly bombarding him and overwhelming him, he must’ve done something to her. She was still breathing, looking so small and frail against Kotaro.
 
"Wh-What the hell did you do to her?!"
"I just put a spell on her to make her compliant. She doesn't remember you, and she isn't going to." Matsunaga stated. Masamune growled and reached for his broad sword.
"You'll pay for this, you son of a whore."
 
Before Masamune could draw his sword, Kotaro was sent flying between the two men, slamming into the far wall.
“Quit... Fucking with my head..!” Megohime’s irritated voice came from the stairs. She was on her knees, gripping her head with one hand, eyes flickering with light a few times before a steady light remained in them.
 
Megohime struggled to her feet, still looking like she was in a great deal of pain. She gnashed her teeth, looking both hurt and very angry, transforming into the form of a dragon, tail lashing and spitting electricity.
 
Megohime’s whiskers flared and she bore her teeth at Matsunaga, letting out a deafening screech as she launched herself at the mage. She sunk her claws into his shoulders, snapping at his face and throat as she slammed him into the ground, putting her full weight on him.
 
Megohime let out a roar of pain, trying to shake the rogue loose, but still managed to keep Matsunaga pinned to the floor with one clawed foot. She clawed at Kotaro, trying to tear him loose as well as pull the weapons from her face, deep red blood dripping onto the marble floors.
 
Kotaro jumped away and grabbed Matsunaga before they both disappeared in a heavy cloud of smoke. Masamune moved over to Megohime, looking worried, "Hey, hey, calm down, c'mere...let me get these things out of your nose.." He said gently
 
Megohime shook her head and clawed at the weapons once more before spinning on Masamune, roaring in his face before lowering her head, making a soft clicking noise. Blood was still streaming steadily from the weapons that stuck into her maw, Megohime’s lip curled up in pain as she breathed heavily. ”It hurts..” Her voice came through his head a bit muffled, but he could tell she was upset.
 
"Sshh, I know...I know...I'll make it quick.." He said and started tugging the weapons free of her snout quickly to make the pain as minimal as possible.
 
”Not that.” She let out a low cry as Masamune pulled the weapon free from her face, causing more blood to pour from her wounds.
 
Megohime only let out a series of sad chirps, letting him wrap her wounds with his coat. ”Lets just go home..”
 
She shook her head, then transformed into her blade form, tucked neatly into his belt. ”I want to ride with you.”
 
”Please?” She said softly, she felt a bit heavier in her sword form, almost as if her sadness was making her heavier.
 
He mounted his horse and started for home at a gentle trot, "Ok, ok, I got one," He said after a long moment of thought, "What do you call a fake noodle?"
 
”Hm?” Megohime did her best to sound interested, but it was clear she was pretty down and out of it.
 
Megohime seemed to get a bit lighter, but then the heavy weight returned to the blade. She didn’t respond, a tired sadness about her.
 
”Is it alright... If I just rest..?” Megohime asked softly, she sounded so vulnerable, tired.
 
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