Neiyuki was deeply upset with herself, not scenting this human sooner. There was no mistake that he was one of the seven she'd saw on the road earlier, but why had he chosen to follow her?
Well, that question was answered. He'd thought she was an assassin, and now he was currently trying to obliterate her for having the inescapable 'handicap' of being, well, demonic.
"You've got a lot of nerve, begging for you're life even though you're already damned." He muttered to her, swinging the halberd at her again. She'd never thought of humans as particularily quick, but this one changed her perspective. It took more thought an energy then she would have summized, to dodge his quick strikes.
"And you've got a lot of nerve talking shit about things you know nothing about!" she snarled, feeling much anger towards this boy. His words stung, since she'd often wondered herself if being a demon meant she was doomed to an eternity in hell.
Not waiting for him to strike at her for a third time, she ran to where she was sure her scythe would be waiting. It almost felt like it was calling her, subtly nudging her onward to it. By the time she had it in her grasp, she had to quickly sidestep to avoid another one of Bankotsu's blows.
"Maybe you'll finally fight back now that you have your precious little toy!" he sneered, twirling his halberd above his head, creating a dazzling silver swirl in the air that seemed to…have fuschia sparks flying from it. He then struck the ground with it, sending two or three streaks of lightning through the field, shredding the places she'd previously dashed through to nothing but upturned earth. Neiyuki had to admit that she was afraid, but wouldn't be intimidated by him. He was short…and human.
"You're not the only one who can play pretty!" she hissed back at him, slashing wildly towards him. She couldn't help but grin at the brief expression of shock on his face that was quickly replaced with determination.
"I don't want to fight." She said, as he swung another hit towards her, as she tried to hold back his force with her own weapon.
Bankotsu gave shot her a mocking expression, before the he jumped back away from her.
"Well I do, I live off of destruction. I would have thought that a demon like you would too!" he said, clearly wanting to strike at her again.
Neiyuki held his gaze, holding the Demon's Judgment tightly. She had to figure out how to stop him. Killing a general was never on her priority list, but neither was fighting with a teenage human. Who smelled horrible. And somehow could carry a weapon two times his size.
"Fine, have it your way then." She finished coolly, jumping high up into the air. She swung her scythe above her head in a way similar that he did with his own weapon. Instead of streaks of pink lightning, a freezing wind came up suddenly forming several twisting shapes that resembled serpentine dragons, which proceeded to dive straight for Bankotsu. He managed to dodge the first and second, but was just barely hit by the third. A wound, seeping red under the white clothing on his left arm, appeared shortly after. She was certain it wasn't too severe, since it was only a small thread of the chilling blizzard-like wind that struck him.
The look in Bankotsu's eyes was equally as cold as he looked at his new wound, before back at Neiyuki.
"You…" he stammered angrily, starting towards her before relising he was somewhat off kilter, having his main sword arm slightly disabled.
Neiyuki looked at him with a satisfied expression. Finally this little punk had learned his lesson.
"Yes? What about me?" she inquired, sounding genuine. She matched his furious gaze with a cool and collected one. She had told him she didn't want conflict, and she meant it.
Bankotsu opened his mouth, ready to make a smart-ass remark no doubt, but simply ended up looking at her with a huffy, childlike expression. He was clearly upset by the small mark on his shoulder.
"How did you hit me…those stupid ice snakes were slow anyway…" he muttered, his pride clearly hurt.
"In all honesty, sir, I don't know. I was having a hard time avoiding you myself, if that makes you feel better. And it hurts me to admit it, since you're a human." She said, emphasizing the word 'human' as he had done with 'demon'.
She blinked in surprise as a small smile crept over the human's face, though probably because he was devising ways to destroy her, a grin was a grin.
"You know demon, you're alright." He said finally, relaxing a bit but still holding his same gloating expression. "But when I see you again, I'll kick your ass." And with that, he walked off to wherever he'd came from, leaving Neiyuki confused and lost.
When he saw her again? The demoness couldn't help but clench her fists with frustration, convincing herself she was the most foolish being on earth for walking on a human road. If she would have just stayed to the forest, none of this would have happened. She wouldn't have killed a man, she wouldn't have attracted the attention of a merciless group of madmen, and she wouldn't be bleeding from her side.
Bleeding!
"How on earth did this happen!" she said aloud, touching the wound on the side of her ribs with much distaste. Damn boy, he must've nicked her with that halberd of his without her knowing it. That would explain why he was so cocky and lenient to leave her like this. He was probably laughing at how he'd fooled her, wherever he was now. The demoness' eyes narrowed into slits as she looked out into the distance with a grimace. She wouldn't last very long, even if the scar wasn't long, it was in an area that would loose blood quickly.
I must find help… she thought, feeling suddenly alone. She knew no-one down here, let alone anybody who would want to give assistance to someone like her. Well standing around wouldn't do her any good, the only way she could possibly survive was finding a village to take shelter at. Demons were naturally faster at healing, but if this wound got infected…
Neiyuki shuddered at the thought. Rotaka had once been hit by the antlers of a stag as he tried hunting for the first time, and gang green quickly set in since he assumed it was, in his opinion: 'just a scratch.' Without hesitation, she began moving quickly to the south, hoping another village would come up soon.
