Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
This was it. The greatest battle to ever happen upon this battle field, and he would be the victor at all cost. Inuyasha threw around his weapon with determination, effectively pushing down his foes. After a while he started feeling confident and swung his weapon around to make sure he'd get the opponent to fall. Yet as he swung he suddenly lost the grip as an enemy took his arm, making his weapon fly in a completely different direction. His eyes widened as he noted his weapon hit, and he felt cold shiver run up his spine. His enemy's didn't look much better, knowing that the hanyous days were counted. Inuyasha gulped as Sesshomaru slowly put down the hairdryer and then silently removed the pillow from his face and sent a cool death stare towards his obviously guilty younger brother. He then slowly stood up, his eyes not leaving the now quite unsettled hanyou. After a moment of staring, the inuyoukai simply spoke coolly. "Run" and he didn't have to repeat himself as the hanyou dashed away, fearing for his poor life. Seriously, his brother was so easy to make put into a killer mood. And sadly he was always his punching bag. Inuyasha winced as he ran, hoping his brother at least would kill him with mercy. It had only been a pillow after all...