He snarled as he pulled away from her, his staff glowing in his hand. He did not like to be made a fool of and it seemed this young woman-child was also doing so. Yet, he calmed himself his face and body relaxing as he stared at her.
She was worn, tattered, and tired and yet her eyes still shined with her inner fight, he would love to break her. She was his new favorite toy, and he couldn't wait to watch her fall apart at the seams. "Already you call me King." He stood there, his staff held lightly in his hands as if they were calmly chatting about the weather. He briefly wondered why her gaze didn't leave his staff, yet shook it off.
Kagome snorted, "There won't be much left for you to rule over at this rate." Her words rang true and it made him bristle lightly.
"All wars have causalities," He watched as her eyes darkened a bit, he had hit upon an old wound. Time to rip it open. With a gleeful grin, he circled her, "Then again, you would know all about the causalities of war, now wouldn't you?"
He was baiting her, she knew he was and it was working. With a snarl, she lunged at him, only to have him evade her with his quick fairy-like steps. Damn little imp. If he wanted to go there, she would be equally as cruel, "At least those wars were fought with armies of their own, not borrowed ones."
He seethed at her comment, yet inside preened with giddiness, she was proving herself to be even more entertaining then he had previously thought. Able to keep up with him in a battle of wits, he liked it, "The victor is the victor, no matter whose army fights under his flag, as are the spoils of war." He gave her a lewd leer, merely to send home his point. Once he was King of this world, she would be his priestess, his favorite toy.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "I will never belong to a false king, one who doesn't even know he's a pawn in a war that won't even matter." She watched with satisfaction as he face flushed with anger and he was in her face, his hot breath fanning over her face. She excepted to be hit, pushed, something of that nature, yet she was stunned as he crashed his lips over hers, his teeth tearing open her lip.
She reared back her hands coming up, glowing with power as they pushed him away. She glared at him, spitting out some blood as he laughed. "I am no one's pawn, unlike you. They send you to me, knowing that even if I kill you, you will revive. Such a tasteless thing to do." He laughed some more, enjoying the way her eyes bore into him.
She glared darkly at him, "I would die for them again and again because I care for them. I care for them despite having no ties of blood. They are my family in a way you can never understand, even though your brother has tried so hard for you to get that. You are just to daft to see it." With that, she lunged her hands glowing with power and landed a solid punch to his face, smiling as his skin sizzled under her powers.
She winced as he kicked her in the stomach, making her fly back and slam into the machine, she bounced off its barrier and hissed as she was thrown onto her stomach. She gasped in pain as he kicked her over to lie on her back, smiling innocently down at her.
"You say you care so much for them… that you love them… I will enjoy watching you kill them." With that, he lowered the glowing tip of his staff to tap above her heart and she gasped in pain as dark magic flowed from the tip of it into her heart.
"No." It was a strangled whisper as her body seized up in pain, her power trying to fight off the dark magic that snaked its way through her veins.