Of course, it was the lord. He was glaring at Eiji, as if to ask 'what did I tell you?'. Frowning, Nazoki shifted her gaze between the two men. Sesshomaru pointed his sword at her friend's face, and Eiji was practically cowering. Something happened. The kitsune's grip on Nazoki's robe grew limp, and she moved in front of him.
"M'lord... What are you doing?"
No answer. The men remained in place, and Nazoki slowly placed her hands to the blade, which was now aimed at her eyes. Eiji placed his hands on her shoulders, as if to watch from behind.
"Lord Sesshomaru..."
"Move." The lord commanded. He did not have the patience for this at the moment. Of course, the damn vixen would get in his way. Trying to be a hero, when she did not fully understand the situation. When at the moment it was best for her to simply leave Sesshomaru alone, and allow him to do as he pleased. If he wanted to kill her friend, he would; regardless of whether she stood between them or not. The lord always had to come to her aid. She was always getting into trouble somehow or another. The moment he met her she was in danger. Sesshomaru's thoughts only caused him to grow angrier, yet he maintained his expressionless face.
Frowning, Nazoki tried to think of a way to diffuse the situation. A second of silence passed, and she shifted her gaze. The lord was glaring at them. A calm scowl was shamelessly displayed, and he peered at the man behind Nazoki.
"M'lord... Eiji-"
"That is not your friend. He has already left" Sesshomaru informed.
Confusion rippled through Nazoki, deepening her frown. Before she could even ask what he meant, she turned to face Eiji. He was staring down at Nazoki, donning a wide grin. The man's figure started to loom overhead, as if he was growing taller. His skin and clothes alike turned black, and terror took Nazoki. She did not understand how Sesshomaru noticed something like that. Eiji had still smelled and spoken the same. As she started to move away the heavy hands on her shoulders sunk their claws into her skin, and she cried out in surprise. Not a single warning was offered before the thing started to pull her backwards. In her panic Nazoki did not remember the fact that she was holding a sword. The only thing she thought was, Sesshomaru, and she instinctively tightened her grip, in the hopes of keeping whatever was pulling her from succeeding. Of course, she only managed to slice her hands.
Without hesitation, Sesshomaru leapt around the two and attacked the demon from behind. Nazoki combusted and the thing retracted its claws. Slicing it in two with a burst of energy, Sesshomaru turned around. There were more. This had been planned very carefully. Still startled, Nazoki stumbled backwards. Clumsy. It seemed as if there were tens of demons, approaching from multiple directions. Sesshomaru quickly leapt throughout them, slashing, and setting flames to the entirety of the bunch.
Busy slicing through the youkai in the darkness, Sesshomaru almost did not realize Nazoki's mistake. His frustration towards her had only built up, and he needed such a release at the moment. It was not until she yelped in surprise that he glanced at her. Nazoki's feet, waist and one of her hands had sunk into a dark portal in the ground. She frantically tried to pull herself out, yet only managed to sink farther below the surface. With a burst of blue lightening and flames, the lord succeeded in pushing the enemies back. He turned back to Nazoki, who was now concealed up to her shoulders, and quickly slipping away. Though he was still angry with her, he completely forgot such a thing for the moment. Without a second thought, he rushed back to her. The man's surprised disguised itself as irritation, deep down he knew who had done this. Nazoki gazed at him, wide-eyed, still trying to free herself.
"S- Sesshomaru!" Her voice was barely a gasp. The vixen's hand plunged from the ground in an attempt to grasp anything she could. Almost able to reach her, Sesshomaru was forced to evade a bolt of green light. The vixen was looking straight up, trying to breathe. She appeared to be frozen in place, as she had stopped moving entirely. A pained cry escaped her, and it became apparent that she was having trouble combusting. With a gasp, Nazoki's head sunk under the dark portal. Before the lord could take her hand, she was gone. Though he could not see her, he could hear her scream. What the fuck was happening? Moreover, why at a time like this?
Immediately apoplectic, the lord did not attempt to conceal the storm, which raged throughout him. Enraged, he gazed at the portal. It was growing smaller, too small to enter. Before it entirely closed, another head surfaced, and the lord scowled at the dark smirk he received. Nothing but a chuckle graced his ears, as he gazed at Naraku. He knew it.
"Did you lose something?" The man teased, sounding all too confident. Eyes flashing red, Sesshomaru was overcome with a deep-seated hatred. The ring on his finger pulsed, and dug into his skin; charging the man with energy. In a matter of seconds he released a wide spread attack. Everything before him was destroyed. Each enemy, the portal, the trees themselves crashed to the ground. All that remained was him. His group, in the distance, and him. That was all that he needed to retrieve the vixen.