In the span of a blink Sesshomaru had charged at Inuyasha. Knocking the hanyou to the ground.
His claws dug into his throat while the other hand was raised, baring Bakusaiga above him while the snarl he loosened rocked the trees.
Behind red trimmed eyes he could see how easy it would be. He could rip out his throat, slam his sword through his skull, melt him into nothing but a memory.
Blue eyes filled with fear, anger - dismissal - flashed through his mind, and he ground his teeth. Molars cracking and fracturing under the pressure.