Sesshomaru was in a foul mood. InuYasha managed to say something intelligent he couldn't counter well- probably that human he was constantly in the company of helped him cook it up.
He was moving through a forest, ripping up anything that was in his way. A village had the bad luck to be in his way. He stormed through, smashing houses, killing until the streets had pools of blood every few feet. With his demonic speed, he easily caught and killed the villagers who ran from him.
"H-hey! D-d-demon!" A shout from behind him. Who dared talk to him? They would die a very painful death.A crowd of villagers stumbled down the street toward him. They all wore frightened faces.
"Go- go away!"
Sesshomaru smiled cruelly. "I don't think I will."
"Dude- leave. Just leave, and I will not hurt you." A teen, perhaps 16 or 17, stepped out to stand in front of the others. She wore a long gray-tan shirt, almost a tunic, that was secured by a belt of leather with a large metal buckle, and came down to her mid-thighs and mid forearms. She also wore tan shorts and straw sandals.
Sesshomaru was confused, but he hid it. Why did this scrawny child challenge him? Could she not see him, who scared all the rest? He knew he had blood on his hands and teeth. He deigned to look directly at her, something that cowed several villagers to their knees.
She was blind. Her eyes were open, but a grayish white, and she had a simple wooden staff to feel her way along the streets.
"Let's see how brave you are when your fellow villagers lay dead, and you bump into their bodies." He darted toward the mob, fangs bared. In less then a minute, she was the sole survivor of the populous village.
She stood alone, shivering slightly in a cold breeze, her tunic flapping slightly. Sesshomaru faced her, about 10 feet away. A small sob escaped her, which would have been unnoticed except for Sesshomaru's demonic hearing. Then she straightened, throwing back her shoulders. "You killed them, demon. Those who loved and were loved, and were decent. You killed them. And you will pay dearly for that."
Raising her staff, she shouted a word in a different language. Something glinted on top like a jewel as storm clouds gathered and lightning flashed. Blinded momentarily, Sesshomaru failed to block the real attack. As he slipped into blackness, he heard the girl speak again.
"I am Arashi. I will avenge my village."
His last conscious thought was, There hasn't been a weather witch for eons. Where did she come from?