Under the light of a full moon, Sesshomaru watched nonplussed as a creature with scales black as pitch rampaged through the sky. Its tainted cries echoed a mindless animalistic rage. The daiyoukai chose not to engage, releasing his youki as a warning.
Come near me and die.
The creature barrelled down from the sky with a sporadic pace. The spiraling mass of scales missed his body by several feet, the lithe demon gliding out of its path. Much to his dismay, he would be forced to spill blood tonight.
Summoning his poison whip, Sesshomaru lashed at the creature's face. It responded with a wet scream and launched at him.
"Die," Sesshomaru whispered, his voice a deadly whisper as he brought down the whip. With all of the youki of an angry daiyoukai, it flowed in an elegant arc before slashing the creature again. It screeched, writhing with pain as bursts of ichor and blood poured from the gaping wound in its chest.
Stepping back a few paces, Sesshomaru watched as the creature collapsed onto the grass with a wet thud. It wounded into a gorey spiral when smoke began to rise from its body.
Where the creature lay only a moment ago was Inuyasha's miko.