[Not too far away is the daiyoukai, his acute sense of smell detecting all the information needed about Koltira long before he turns and regards the being.
Feeling a vibration on his hip, he looks down at Tenseiga, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed in confusion. The sword can't be serious and he refuses its request, not bothering to lower his deep voice.]
A, please.
Feeling a vibration on his hip, he looks down at Tenseiga, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed in confusion. The sword can't be serious and he refuses its request, not bothering to lower his deep voice.]
It is too late, Tenseiga.