Naraku merely smirked at Ash, his face showing the slightest bit of a confident smirk, almost as if he didn't expect to Ash to hurt him in the slightest...like Ash was merely an annoying fly buzzing around him. A mere annoyance, nothing more. Ash could feel a slight uneasy feeling brewing deep inside of his gut, though he tried his best to hide it. Shaking off any doubts he may have had about himself at this current moment, and still smarting from being tossed across the room like a rag doll, Ash decided it'd be best to let the Chainsaw do the talking. Less talk, more action.
Letting out a battle cry of Braveheart proportions, Ash charged at Naraku, his S-Mart WoodPro 9000 poised and ready to decapitate whoever the hell this Naraku fellow was and indeed, for a split second, it looked like, to Ash at least, this was going to be a walk in the park. "This is dog boy's arch nemesis?" Ash thought. "What a pansy. Both of em'."Ash swung the mighty Chainsaw of Great Justice, as if he were the Norse god Thor, swinging his mighty Hammer of the Ages.
Except this wasn't Thor, this was Ashley (don't laugh!) J. Williams and he was about to get his ass kicked.
Naraku merely stood there, completely motionless till the chainsaw was mere a hair away from touching his skin. Instantly, he rose out his hand and extended his palm towards Ash's midsection, causing Ash, chainsaw and all, to freeze into place. Naraku carefully took a step back, adjusting his head in the process to avoid the still spinning Blade O' Justice. "What seems to be the matter, Ash?" he teased. "Lost your nerve?" Ash attempted to make a remark about Naraku's mother being of the sexual promiscuous variety, but nothing came out. Matter of face, his lips never even moved. Hell, he couldn't even twitch his eye-lids!
"Having trouble?" Naraku snarled. "Here...allow me to help." and with a push of his palm, he sent Ash rocketing back across the small tavern, crashing through a wooden pole and sending Ash THROUGH a wall and into a nearby tree. Ash hit the tree with a sickening crack, a crack he HOPED was the wood, not his ribs. He lay on the ground, motionless, attempting to grab the boomstick which had fallen out of his free hand and landed next to him. But every single muscle in his body was screaming for mercy in mind wracking pain.
Calmly and methodically, like a hungry vulture stalking a fresh kill, Naraku approached Ash, who at this point was struggling to his feet, the chainsaw having fallen off, the Boomstick being raised, albeit wobbly to face Naraku.
"Alright Naraku, no more fancy voo doo parlor tricks. I've got a fistful of angry and a head full of mad." Naraku merely shook his head.
"When will you realize your efforts are futile?" Naraku taunted. "Are you so dull you cannot see I posses the Shikon Jewel in it's entirety? And once I decode the ancient text of the Necronomicon, I shall evolve past the mere child like powers I have shown you today. I shall be the King of all Demons!"
It was at this point Ash saw a golf ball sized jewel, black as stagnant Deadite blood, entombed in the middle of Naraku's forehead. So black that no light emitted from it and no light seemed to be absorbed by it. Ash wasn't impressed. He'd seen better jewels on the Home Shopping Network.
"So you expect your hunk of glass in your forehead to impress me? EAT LEAD!" and with a loud BOOM, the Boomstick fired his Dual Shells of Justice towards the newly powered demon lord. Sighing to himself, Naraku once again held out his hand, palm facing the shot from the shells, as they began to slow down, eventually utterly and completely stopping in mid-air.
"Whoa." Ash said stunned.
"I won't kill you...yet." Naraku stated matter-of-factly. "No, indeed not. I wish to make you suffer...to experience every agonizing moment of pain in complete and utter awareness. But before I do, I want you to deliver a message for me, to Inuyasha."
Still in disbelief and what he's seeing, Ash managed to croak "...and what message is that?"
Naraku's eyes turned deep blood red, his skin a pale white/purple hybrid with dark black veins criss crossing across his face...the tell tale signs of someone possessed by the seductive evil of the Necronomicon.
"THAT I WILL SWALLOW HIS SOUL!" he growled in the deep Deadite voice Ash was becoming oh-so-familiar with.
And with a push of Naraku's hand, the shot flung back at Ash at a blinding speed and sank deep into the tender flesh of Ash's right thigh. Ash howled in pain and his knees buckled from the blinding pain, causing him to collapse on the ground. The fresh wound oozed and splurged blood on the soft red earth of the ground.
Mad with fury and pain, Ash drug himself over the ground in a vain attempt to get the Boomstick, reload it and hopefully and extract revenge on Naraku. Naraku, sensing this, kicked the Boomstick away from Ash and delivering a swift kick to Ash's mid-section, sending the air rushing out of Ash's lungs. Rolling on to his back, Ash attempted to stand up one last time, but instead...he passed out.