"I'm trying my best to be polite, but of you move that knife a centimeter closer to me I will tear you apart."
Ayasaki's warning is grim, his opponents blade maybe a foot away from him.
His hand rests on his katana, though he remains calm. He can sense the fear of his attacker.
He feels the rush of wind from the swing if his enemy's sword, and easily dodges, his own blade making a swift and graceful arc from his side to press against his opponent's neck.
"I keep my promises."
The attacker might have had family, a life, he might not have. Aya doesn't care as his katana carves the body up into a mangled mess of flesh and bones, hardly what could've once been a human being.
It disgusts him, but he's a demon. Such an act of killing a human is just part of that.
He's not purely human anyway.
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