He could feel it. The immense level of rage and hate radiating throughout his entire being. Her memories coursing through him like a turbulent river. He wanted nothing more than to kill Xenovia, for daring to wield that disgrace of a weapon.

His right hand tightened around the hilt of the blade that he had summoned - Clarnet - and his azure eyes narrowed, a soft growl escaping his lips. Though he did not frown. No, he did the exact opposite, a sadistic smirk that made him look like a true devil.

"You dishonor father's name," he muttered as he took a step forward, uncaring that Xenovia seemed to be visibly intimidated, "you wave it around like a toy you got for Christmas. I don't know what's worse, the fact that someone shattered his blade or the fact that you believe yourself to be worthy of wielding even a fraction of it, abomination that it may be."

"You know nothing about me!" Xenovia shouted, having finally found her nerves.

Kyousuke tilted his head, smirk widening. "No? That's funny. Because when I look at you, I only see myself. A lone warrior, seeking validation. Only there's one small difference between you and I."

Xenovia swallowed hard. "And what's that?"

"I already know that the path you follow ends in despair."

He sped forward at speeds that one would equate to a Knight rather than a Rook and locked blades with her.

He could see her arms shaking under the weight of his blow, but he did not stop. He struck again and again and again.

To those watching from the outside, they'd realize that this was no longer a friendly spar, for the killing intent radiating off of Kyousuke could be compared to that of a higher ranked devil. It was clear as day that he wanted the blue haired Exorcist dead.

And none of the devils felt particularly bad for her. She had brought this on herself.

If this were a battle of honor, Kyousuke may have settled for merely locking blades with her. But the one he was channeling was far from honorable. Without warning, he grabbed her by the hair and headbutted her, breaking her nose. He followed this up with a vicious knee to the stomach, and a kick to the side of the head.

"What's wrong?" he taunted as he watched her struggle to remain upright. "Didn't you know? A true sword fight is dirty! Anything goes!"

She spat out a glob of blood and glared at him. "As expected of a devil, you know not what honor is!"

Kyousuke merely threw his head back and laughed so hard he almost fell over. He righted himself and merely smiled at her. "Thank you for the compliment."

Xenovia yelled in frustration and charged him and while she managed to get a few cuts in here and there, it was clear that he was merely toying with her.

He sighed and relaxed his stance. "Are you done?"

She paused. "What?"

"Because I'm bored. You're boring me."

She stiffened as she began to shake in rage. "You . . . don't you take me so lightly!"

He eyed her lazily, the initial rage from Mordred fading away as their connection stabilized. "Xenovia-san. Issei already beat Irina-chan."

"H-Huh?"

"And I could have beat you much sooner, but due to an influx of memories, I ended up dragging it out. Saber had a lot of rage to vent."

She charged him again and in one fluid motion, he cut through her blade, shattering it.

"That weapon could never stand up to the real thing."

He flicked his gaze over at Kiba and then back to Xenovia.

"Frankly, I understand Kiba-san's desire to destroy it. Our reasons might be different, but. I'd rather them be destroyed than in the hands of those who aren't worthy."

Xenovia looked down at her wrecked weapon before falling to her knees, distraught.

"You lost not to me, but to your own pride," he said softly. "This was a 2 on 2. No one said you couldn't help your friend. If you had helped her defeat Issei, the two of you together might have been able to beat me. But because you were so confident in your victory, you ignored your comrade."

He snorted.

"Not very church-like, huh? Then again, you did insult Asia-chan just because she healed someone who wasn't human. Tell me, Xenovia-san. Who is the true heretic? The one who loves unconditionally . . . or the one who projects her hate onto the world and tries to subjugate it with her will?"

He turned away from the broken girl and began walking away.

"Wait!" she called out.

"What?"

"W-We have to plan how to take out Valper Galilei."

He smirked. "Then I suppose you Exorcists have consented to an alliance with us Devils?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Well, we can do that later. Go clean yourself up and grab a bite to eat."

He walked away, dismissing his include as he did so.

Issei punched him on the shoulder.

"Dude, that was hardcore!" he exclaimed before suddenly looking sheepish. "But it could have been better. Ya could have damaged her shirt with your sword. Her boobs are pretty great, y'know?"

Kyousuke glanced over at the pervert before shaking his head while smiling softly. "You do know that you could have used Dress Break on her while I was distracting her, right? I did say that it was a 2 on 2 after all."

He blanched and fell to all fours. "Damn you, hindsight!"