The blade came down in a swift motion, missing Sesshomaru by mere inches.

"Next time you won't be so lucky you dirty bastard!" Inuyasha shouted from some ten feet away. A vein in Sesshomaru's face pulsed. How dare that worthless half-breed address him as such? Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes as the demonic energy of the Wind Scar made its way towards him. He jumped into the air and rushed towards the insolent being, his Tokijin pointed towards the hanyou's chest. Inuyasha jumped back and cursed as he momentarily lost his balance. And it was in that moment that Sesshomaru made his final move.

Sesshomaru, discarding his Tokijin and rushing forward, drew his Tenseiga— a small smile touching his lips. For so long, he'd thought his Tenseiga useless. It was a healing sword, a sword that would not cut; frail and so much smaller than the Tetsusaiga. But through recent events, Sesshomaru realized that size wasn't everything. His smile widened as he raised his sword, savoring the thought of what his next move would mean for Inuyasha.

"Meido Zangetsuha!" A full circle of unexplained matter opened behind Inuyasha.

"What?" he shouted before being lifted into the air by unknown forces. And the terrorized look on his face was one Sesshomaru would never forget as the half-demon was pulled into the path to the netherworld.