[What Kagura had been prepared for was a bloody heap, or at least splattered blood on the streets. What she wasn't prepared for was this sudden holy man, who blew away her ghostly wind. The wind stopped howling incessantly. She scowled, staring the both of them down. She had to get out of here, before she got killed. So, as she took a plume out of her hair and got on it, she looked back angrily at the pair.]
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Let's call this a tie, little boy.