Blood in Flame and Water

Blood Dripping on Stone

Trigger Warning

Passing mention of baby mutilation
Male gender being prioritised over Female--Mentioned
Mention of harm towards pregnant women
Vomiting
Mentions of sexual assault towards women
Gun Violence
Blood and Injury
Near Death Experience
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The sun hung high in the air, blistering and sweltering. It burned and scorched, drying every living thing to ash and embers. It chipped away at Yasha's skin. Rays of light slipped through the canopy and streamed over his uncovered shoulders. Dried blood chipped and melted away as sunlight hit the blood coated skin. Shredded pieces of his haori and kimono flutter to the grass and sizzle before dusting away.

Thundering steps stuttered and limped through the grass and rock. Two legs shredded, yet healing fiber by fiber; stitching itself back together to become seamless and untouched. Pieces of skin hung off the bone, swaying at every step and stumbling footstep. A single limb, an arm, hung loosely and detached, only a single tendon of muscle kept the arm from falling off. A single hand that slowly regained its fingers grabbed the arm where it was sliced at the bicep and pressed it back to the body. A thundering growl was heard, shaking the trees down to their roots.

Yasha sneered as he leaned against a tree, panting heavily and feeling every stitch his body made in order to heal itself back into one whole piece. Feeling his arm finally piece itself back together, Yasha let go of it and instead brought hand up to his head, feeling the butts of his antlers slowly growing back into branching tusks. He feels the beads and wind chimes slowly growing in as well, as they are part of him and forever will be.

The fight between himself and this Gyomei was a fight Yasha will always remember for the next centuries to come and follow.

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Yasha and Gyomei clashed against each other. The demon held the wrists of the human, keeping the man from throwing either the flail or the axe. Yasha watched in slow motion as Gyomei reeled his head back and slammed it into Yasha's nose causing blood to gush from it and a loud crack to come from the now crooked nose. Head falling back, the oni licked the rapidly falling blood from its upper lip and let its head fall back into place where Gyomei sensed a growing hunger and maniatic bloodlust roll off of the demon in waves.

A sickeningly wide and bloodied smile stretched itself across Yasha's face as his nose cracked itself into place. Gripping the man's wrists who was struggling to get out, veins popped from the skin, Yasha cackled. Leaning in, Yasha kicked off the ground and planted his feet firmly against the man's chest before kicking off sending both Gyomei and Yasha flying in opposite directions. The human crashed into another hut behind him, caving in the roof and two of the walls of the hut which was thankfully empty. The man groaned as he righted himself up and went to stand.

Yasha had flipped over and landed feet first into the hut behind him which was just barely sturdy enough to keep standing under the demon's weight before it finally crumbled when Yasha used it as leverage to catapult towards the Hashira. Soaring through the air, Yasha primed his legs ready to slam them into the man's chest once more. Instead, Gyomei threw his axe, slicing the legs clean off as blood splattered the ground. Growling, Yasha changed direction and instead of slamming his feet into Gyomei's chest, he flipped over the man and grabbed his shoulders, digging his talons into the man's skin and muscle. Growing his legs back, he landed on the ground which created a crater in the pavement. Clenching his fists into the man's shoulders which grew a grunt from them, Yasha threw the Hashira over his shoulder and into another hut.