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[[This is going to suck]]

She could still smell it on her hands, the iron filled scent of human blood, dripping between her fingers as she sunk her claws into the Ki’mei’s spine as Diss went straight for his heart. The potential the man thought he had was ripped from his chest the moment he disrespected a Bakeneko female. However Hisano knew it was more than just the disrespect, it was the utter arrogance of the male, assuming he was above them in their own domain. Still she remembered how his heart pulsed within the tight grip of Diss’s hand, the blood falling from the tightened palm, through the elongated fingers, upon the virginal earth beneath their feet. Hisano had left it, stepping over the discarded flesh and muscle and scratching dirt back at it with her feet. She never even withdrew her blade, for to soil it with the blood of a human seemed within itself a bad omen. Now she stood before the bank of the cool mountain stream, her gold-green eyes sparkling as she stared at her humanized reflection. Her high cheekbones were marked with her age and the pain of her life. Her eyes were shaped in a very exotic manner, pointed at the ends and fringed in dark sooty lashes that brushed seductively against the dark brown skin. Her lips, though at times were drawn into a firm line, were soft and a light brownish pink. The heavy down of ebony hair, fell to her waist in a sheet of shiny hair, that was pencil straight. Her body was perfectly proportioned as human females could get and all though she was more muscular then soft and feminine there was no denying the beauty she held. In her feline form, she had always stood out from the crowd, appearing as a mix between a panther and a lynx, with the small freckling of gray and brown spots down her spin and the short black ears upon her head. Even in her humanized form the feline was there, with the long black tail and the straight pointed ears that grew from the side of her head and above her head in a crown like fashion. She had discarded the skins she wore, for they had been splattered with the ki’mei’s blood and she wished the cubs to never know of this scent, at least not yet. Standing with the sunlight shining down upon her majestic form she lowered herself within the stream, scrubbing her body of the scent and sign of blood, thoughts of moving the brood from this place and deeper into the dark seclusion of the forest, in hopes of keeping them from danger.

[[*shifty eyes* hey Demise wink ]]

Diss followed the blade only a short time as it flew from his hand, his eyes returning to Fujin's in time to see the unusual swirling of air. Leaning back his legs shot off, not having been fully coiled he only got distance enough distance to avoid the full attack. Some how, not really sure himself, he had avoided all but a little damage in the form of ringing in his ears. It was until he tried to focus on Fujin's form he noticed eye's had trouble focusing. What the hell was that? The ringing quickly dulled but his eyes remained slightly unfocused. He could have sworn he had a howl, then screaming, but how? He looked at the strange design of the sword. Could it have been magic? No, there was no time to cast a spell. An enchanted sword? The tengu were known for their wind magic, why not put it in swords, but he had sensed nothing magical. Then something came to mind.

As a child he remembered blowing on pop bottles, the air moving over the hole made a deep whistling sound. It made perfect sense properly made holes on other objects could make different sounds, flutes, why not those that made sound of a damaging quality? Busted. the thought brought a grin to Diss' face. He was not done however; he had the basic fundamentals of the sword's power, but not how to beat it, not yet.

Air was what was caught in the holes, which made the sound, to catch that much wind took a great deal of speed. This is where the wide and powerful arced swings came from, as counter attacks themselves it made them less open attacks. And it was the only way to build up that much wind quickly without magic. The quickest way to stop music was the get rid of the instrument. Simple enough in theory, but it would not take much to pick it up. The next option was to remove the wind itself. While creating a total vacuum was beyond his power, he could thin the air easily enough. Less air to catch meant less wind, less wind meant less power or none at all. Unfortunately he didn't have the power to heat things up that much, still weakened from his previous fight. He could however use that in defense, burning the air in front of him. It wouldn't likely stop the attack completely, he simply didn't have the energy for that at the moment, but to weaken it, he could do that.

Removal of air wasn't an option, or the instrument, perhaps stopping it before it can finish the tune. He hadn't much time to watch the attack in its fullest. The best part theory is testing it. He's only going to use that in a close situation, the only place it's effective. From his belt he untied a new set of weapons, pads on the back of the hand and running down past the wrist, four extensions, each tipped with three inch curved obsidian blades. A strap over palm allowed for a grip and a strap to tighten over the wrist held it in place. Looking Fujin over once more as he tied the new claws into place he realized his mistake, Fujin's clothes were covered in blood, he would have to make a hit strong hit, one that would stand out when it bled. More work. Using his teeth he pulled the last strap tight before taking his stance. Crouching low, left foot pointed in Fujin's direction, he crossed his arms, palms facing out. This was proving to be more fun than he thought it would be.

Pushing forward lightly with his right leg, he placed all his weight on his left, tightening the coiled spring so when it released he closed the distance between them with few steps. Closing in, Diss locked his eyes on the tip of Fujin's sword; still slightly blurred they focused well up close. Staying low, he attacked low, swiping at the feet.

((ouch! i believe thats a loss for diss, i was curios as to what fujin would ask for anyway, guess i'll find out))

((well the results are going to have to wait, i've got a test to study for))

[ I'll just watch them boys fight first I think. ^_^ ]

The red velvet flower had not moved an inch, even though the wind had picked up slightly. Yet if the Changeling had taken on a form with eyes they would've been wide open. Lirael curiously watched the fight, pondering about whether she should try and help either side.

And if she would help, whom would it be? Even though Leslie was in favour of the Bakeneko, the K'imei youth was doubting.