Binded (Obanai x Mitsuri | Obamitsu)

To be with you

"You're dead."

Doma receives a menacing look as the person tightens his grip on his sheath. After a brief pause, he inhales and says,

"Serpent breathing Third form, Coil choke," Obanai declares, lunging towards the demon. He moves gracefully, his sword cutting in various directions. Doma reacts swiftly, sustaining only a minor scratch on his forearm.

The air calms, and the ground trembles. Onlookers quickly recognize the imminent threat and rush to safety.

Obanai POV

Unexpectedly, a flash of white hair appears before me.

"Ice Demon Art, Wintry Icicles"

A giggling Doma goes in for a direct attack. I drop my body in response, sliding under, pushing up, and landing a solid kick against his jaw. I am then twisting to kick him with my opposing foot, sending the demon stammering backward. You don't get a break; I doubt you stopped when Mitsuri was bruised. Katana in hand, I spring forward.

"Serpent breathing Fourth Form, Twin headed Reptile!" A purple aura surrounds me.

Clash

Fans connect with a Venomous sword.

"Lotus Vines.." Doma murmurs. I push off his blade to evade the incoming strike. However, a lone Frozen lotus succeeds in coiling around my midsection. Frostbite.. even more severe. I sense the icy sensation searing through my attire and penetrating deep into my organs.

tsk

"That's all you got?" blood dripping out of my mouth as I speak. I slice through the vine. Then slamming, my foot down in the dirt, spraying debris in our line of sight.

With god-like speed, I attack him in every direction, "Serpant Breathing Fifth Form Slithering Serpant"  My sword acts as a snake, managing to bite decent holes in the demon's body.

I need to be faster, stronger, better!  My attacks gradually penetrate deeper.

"Stop"

An ice cloud crepts into our fight.  My eyes now lingering on blood and debris splatter on the dirt roads. He must have frozen the dirt and his blood particles to improve his visibility. As I establish eye contact with his unpleasant face..

"She still alive."

My heart skips as I watch my opponent regenerate the holes I gave him. My knuckles turn white while I firmly grasp my Katana. However I don't attack, I let him regenerate.

"Where is she."

I angrily spat.

"hmmm." My opponent lowers himself into a sitting position on the road. I should rip his head off right this very second. But I can't, for he has me tied around his finger with his knowledge of her location.

"Ah! Well, Snakie, I truly don't mind telling you where she is!" he cheers.

"For you're not gonna be able to kill me to save her anyway!"

I watch as he smacks his leg, finding himself utmost hilarious.

"Where?" I repeat, unfazed by his comment.

"Mitsuri-Chan is tied up in an abandoned house five miles North of here." His voice suddenly darkens as I catch a glimpse of a malicious smile.

"Tied up.."

The words ignite fury within me, and at first glance, it seems as though I have teleported towards the comfortable demon.

"Snake breathing second form, Venom Fangs of the narrow head."