Senran Kagura BURST: Replica Ascending

A True Demon. The Eleventh Seat is Filled, and Fubuki Begins Her Plans?!

"...brother..." I heard Miyabi speak. My eyes could barely adjust from how fuzzy everything seemed. I couldn't react, given how my current body was now a half-dead mess. The pain in my chest was rising, a burning sensation as another pint of blood erupted from my mouth. This was a terrible state to be in, my demonic side, the main puppet given form now staring down at all possible enemies...my friends.

"I wouldn't pay attention to him, sweetheart. He is basically at death's door already. It won't be long before his body finally breaks down," Fubuki told her. "...You know what to do, Demon?"

"Tch. They'll all die screaming soon enough," That thing with my face. From what I can see, he looked similar to an oni. Japanese Ogres. Definitely not green, or a swamp-dweller.

His body was covered in some chitinous armor similar to that of the other Yoma-Generals, with several sode, like that of old samurai. Cascading down his bluish back to make himself seem bigger than he already was. Eyes were on him as he took Kurohariken in his hand, seemingly aware of how to utilize a nodachi. With a vile smirk, he immediately slashed at Miyabi. A considerable tear of her clothing...and then blood finally spilled.

This thing...it wasn't simply going to humiliate these girls by ripping their clothes apart, it was going to rip flesh and bone as well. Fubuki was visibly pleased.

"Finally. Something that actually is fatal...come Rasetsu. The rest of our plans will go on...let's make sure Kagura dies,"

"Of course..." She nodded, and both of them already left.

The Hanzo/Hebijo girls managed to help me onto the rooftops, as Miyabi gritted her teeth at the massive gash across her torso. She was focusing on at least clearing up the damage. I can't say she'll be decent once it heals, but at the very least, she's alive.

"...*pant*...*pant*...I am not letting you live, creature," Miyabi immediately went into Abyssal Mode, the black flames emerging.

"That 'Onikage' is one bad dude," Katsuragi said, making most of us look at her confused. "What? I need to know the name of the ass I'm going to kick,"

"I doubt you can do much of anything..." I weakly told her, staring at my sibling walk towards the blue demon. This 'Onikage', wasn't at all afraid or intimidated. He simply took his stance.

"Funny. Your power is good...but nowhere near me, worm,"

"Shut up, and fight demon," Miyabi sneered, as Onikage was looking with enthusiasm. And then his face returned to it's usual scowl.

(Music Cue)

Slash. They immediately started ruining the area around them, forcing us to retreat farther away. Ikaruga and Yomi were helping me up, as my health was slowly becoming worse. My legs wouldn't operate, my reflexes were null. Dead weight for these Shinobi to worry about.

Soon, we at least got to a safe distance, as Yomi being her usual self, was checking on my condition. Suffice to say, she was scared of what could happen to me. I wasn't. The worry was more towards the others against my own Demonic half.

That half of me, it wasn't restrained. Even worse, I am sure that my chakra training has enabled it to further itself beyond whatever Miyabi could reasonably do. She is strong, but even she has limits. And Onikage knows that...huh...really catching on. If only I could joke about this, but right now, I am terrified.

Miyabi was slowly being pushed away, bits of her feathers being flung around, as that demon's wild slashes quickly outpaced her. The speed at which they parried, deflected, with Miyabi using her arts to keep him grounded. The air superiority didn't matter, as he was smart enough to grab her leg and violently drag her into the buildings and finally the pavement.