Sesshoumaru was lost to the beast inside of him. It was the first time he had ever let complete control go of the massive power within, and it was loathto relinquish its freedom just so the sobbing boy inside of him could protect the little female. The little female who didn't look to be holding back even an iota of her own considerable power.
He roared, his eyes now completely red, and tossed the girl clear across the room into a wall so that she crumpled at its base. Where she lay achingly still.
For a moment, all was silent—even the panicked whispers of the servants and nobles that littered the hall outside the sparring room. If the beast had been inclined to feel a moment of panic at how still she lay, he was swiftly forgotten as she pushed herself up, shook herself out, and charged.
The sheer surprise of the action allowed her to shove him out of the ring and into a wall himself, though his considerable mass left a neat little dent in the wall as they stared at each other.
He felt something burning at his fingertips as he climbed his way out of the wall, but paid it no mind until he saw Kagome take an uncertain step back. A feral howl of victory tore its way out of his throat and he simply threw his hands forward and splattered her with acid.
She yowled, the sound almost feline as she threw her hands up and they took the brunt of the acid—even as something pure inside of her started to turn dark and the light pink of her purity turned a nasty shade of violet. She lashed out without thought and though his yōki buffeted him from most of the dark miko magic, it still sparked and burned.
And still, Fuiasu held Toga back. "Wait," she said again.
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