Laïs Crowly, the proclaimed messenger for someone named Orochi Risu, and member of some group or organization called Ryujin. Only the name, Risu, seem to give the silver-haired male pause. He trying to remember where he had heard the specific name from. There was something important about the name, but, at the moment, he could not figure out what. And, Ryujin, what exactly what that? He could only assume it was the name of an organization or group, in the similar vein to the Aoi Bara of the hold. Though the name could very well be a pseudonym one for someone else, that was over this Orochi Risu person. If that was the case, and she was a messenger for Risu, than there was a chance that there were others under, or apart of Ryujin, who had a similar partnership as the proclaimed one.
Whoever or whatever this Ryujin was, it certainly got a reaction the group of men as murmurs and whispers were heard amongst them. Having never heard of the Ryujin, and seeing how the men were reacting to such news, he could deduct that it was something local. Surely if Ryujin was widely known then he would have heard about it, right?
His lips twitched into a small smirk at the asshole comment. Not at all being offended by being addressed as such, after all, he has been called worse. So, what is it to b considered an asshole? Fire and hatred were in the armed men's eyes as Laïs ripped down the remaining of the Sabaku banner, effectively removing the symbol from this world. Either he and Laïs were on the same page, or she was just adding fuel to the fire. No matter the case, her last comment seem to turn the fire into an inferno as the leader ordered his men to attack.
"How long has it been?", He mused to himself, slipping his hand into his kimono, gripping a pair of familiar weapons and pulled them out. Black as coal, and tipped with a dangerous silverpoint, the two-foot-long senbons rested loosely in his hands as three men charged towards him. They came with their weapons, drawn, inviting death to the battlefield, and death would answer the call.
Stepping to the left, dodging a downward strike, the senbon in his right hand would bite the man's flesh, piercing three inches into his neck, nearly poking all the way through, before being savagely ripped out, crimson blood now staining the sands as the man dropped to the ground, and desperately tried to stop the bleeding. It would be futile.
"If you invite death, prepare for it to turn on you.", He mused, throwing the senbon in his left hand at an approaching man, watching as it pierced through his right eye socket. The last man's weapon would be knocked to the side, he being lifted up with one hand, and body-pierced several times, in his vitals, with the remaining senbon, before being dropped to the ground.
Seeing the men knocked towards him, he could not help but smile, as he formed two hand seals,
"Lais.", He spoke,
"You call be the Avatar of Pestilence. I guess I should validate that claim with action, no?". and created the last one as he opened. A vile, palish green water was brought forth, taking the form of a large dragon head, four meters tall and wide, equipped with menacing teeth that looked to rip flesh to asunder, surged towards the collected group of downed men. The men were not giving a chance to plead for their lives as the dragon head's exploded on them, causing minor bruising, and leaving behind puddles of water that reeked of something foul. Though, that was not important, as the men, who were still conscious, began groaning in pain as their skin showed discoloring, turning black as necrosis set in, causing extensive major 2nd-degree tissue damage to all parts of their body. The men would succumb to the damage, the necrosis being too severe for them to remain in the world of the living.
Turning away from the dead men, he focused his attention on the words Laïs's spoke. Lamya, now that was a name he hadn't heard since the Chuunin exams. The woman having been interesting, to say the least, and had tempted him with an offer. An offer that he never agreed to for reasons of his own. He would have never guessed Orochi Risu and Lamya was the same person.
"Who would have thought those two were the same person. Guess I should have known.", He spoke, nodding his head at the question proposed,
"Yes, that is who I am." There was no need to deny any of it. He had already told her he was a master of pestilence and showcased some of it just moments ago. Even if he did lie, what was the point?
"Why do you want to know? Did someone task you in finding me, or, as you put it, was it the will of the universe guiding us together?", He did not know rather Lamya had sent Laïs to find him, or it was just fate. Whatever it was, he would see where it leads him.
Daremo chuckled, shaking his head,
"Indeed, they do." He spoke, walking away from the cooling corpse, and pass Lais,
"If you want to continue this conversation, let's go elsewhere. A place where no annoyances will interrupt like those men. Surely you know such a place?" If Laïs wanted to continue the conversation, he would follow her to wherever she wishes, away from the slums that they were by.
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