A 'haymaker' is a wide, swinging punch that's usually a punch of desperation. It can be spotted more easily than straight punches, but if a fighter doesn't see it coming, it can be devastating.

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Haymaker

Kagura set down the soup. "Come on, drink up. I have to take the bowls back," she said.

"What could we possibly do with plastic bowls?" asked Kagome. She pulled both of them across the ground. Even as her stomach growled at the sight of food, she wondered if she should refuse it, either in protest or in fear of poisoning. Sesshoumaru needed food though - something to sustain him through the infection that had set in with alarming haste and turned him feverish. His wound still oozed.

"You? Nothing. But him…" Kagura's eyes darted over to the dog demon.

Kagome held the bowl up to him, and he sniffed at the soup. "I have made do with less in a fight," Sesshoumaru murmured. Glazed eyes turned up to her. "It is safe to eat."

"Then you eat it," she said. Tilting the bowl against his lips, she wasn't sure whether she was encouraged by him swallowing the soup down or disheartened by his lack of argument. Her gaze flickered over to Kagura when he finished the first portion and she reached for the other. "Why are you working for him? You've never seemed happy doing this."

The demoness scowled. "You think that this arrangement of yours is unique?"

Kagome flushed red as Sesshoumaru drank down the second soup. "I'm sorry. Who does he have of yours?"

"None of your concern." Kagura yanked the bowl from Kagome's fingers the moment the last drop passed the dog demon's lips. "You learned your lesson for hesitating. For doubting what he'd do. Trust me when I say that it's a lesson he enjoys teaching you more than once."

She stalked back toward the door before she stopped on the threshold. "Oh right. Here." She dug into her pocket and then tossed over a roll of gauze, which Kagome caught. "If you do anything stupid with that other than bind up his leg, you're stupider than I thought." The door clanged shut behind her.

The dressing wasn't sealed into a package. "It'll probably just double up on your infections, but I guess we can cover it," Kagome said. She began to unwind the gauze.

"Kagome," said Sesshoumaru in a sharp exhalation. His fingers twitched.

She went still in the same moment he spoke her name. On the inner coil of the roll, Kagura had written three words in her familiar, leaning script.

Destroy the mirror.