His blood was pumping, he was throbbing with anticipation for a fight. His long, pointed tongue ran over his lips as he savored the foreplay. His giant-blade weapon hoisted over his shoulder, the weight of the hilt pressed into his massive, defined shoulder. With a deep shuddering breath he waited for the 'monster' to make his first move.
"You."
The Ancient rumbled. The great-blade swung, but not under Shouki's own power. While the weapon never left the Cabal member's grasp it scraped against the wall leaving in its wake a trail of white-hot sparks.
"Have fundamentally misapprehended this situation. You fancy yourself the black knight having kidnapped a pair of damsels in distress and seem to have mistaken me for some kind of avenging hero. I am not your white knight, cretin. If we are but characters in a story then I am the dragon to your rogue knight. The devil to your scheming sorcerer. Either leave or cease your mewling. I do not care which."
Shouki's face dropped noticeably and his eyes shown a spark of
something but it only lasted for a moment.
"I would rather fight still," Shouki pouted.
"My muscles versus... your... angry-asshole magic," Shouki offered. A half-smile across his face. He relished a good fight like some men relished fine wine... a pretty lady... a tub of Vaseline. In fact, who needs any of these things when you have a good fight? People have always said that he 'had a problem.' A 'problem' with authority. A 'problem' with hurting little woodland creatures. A 'problem' hurting women, children... doing very bad things to them. And never once did he deny these crimes, but the truth be told it was not that fun to rape, pillage and murder. The fun came after - when the angry villagers, loved ones and self-righteous asshats looking to make a name for themselves came out of the woodwork to give him 'what was coming to him.'
Good-times... good times.
"The Steward-Kazekage is a means to an end, nothing more and nothing less. His approval is not a factor."
Shouki had already lost Mikaboshi's interest it would appear. The dynamics between the Lord and the Steward were however...
fascinating. Shouki regrettably started to lower his weapon.
'Fucking blue-balling me...' he mentally griped. Despite being a deviant and a pervert, he was first a soldier. It was a chosen vocation, considering his lineage he could have been anything he desired be it a scholar, a leader, or even a magnate in Soons but none of them would support his external
interests as this did.
"What Sousuke does not know will not trouble him."
Shouki had found himself in the middle of a personal dispute or so it would seem from his point of view. The arrogant and chaffed Ancient Sennin, famed more for what he was not (human) and the legend (of the Deep Court) rather than his terrible nature. Shouki could not help but smile as the former Ancient Lord not only patronized him but renounced his allegiance (not that it would appear he ever had any) to Sunagakure and the Kazekage.
"Any not-friend of Sunagakure is... well still not my friend, but not an enemy of mine either,"</B><i></i> Shouki commented as he rested the tip of his blade against the floor and leaned on it curiously as he watched this drama unfold. He could care less if the Ancient had his fun, the more bruised and bloodied the girls were the more pissed off their 'white knights' would be when they arrived and maybe if he was lucky... this time they would put up a decent fight.
Maybe.
The one-eyed whore still sat in her chair. She had not made any real effort to escape it would seem despite her debilitating injuries. He sauntered to Isaki's side, his giant-blade dragging behind him making a clattering calamity as he moved across the room. She was fighting to free herself, the effort futile really.
"It is a little late to try to break free now little girl," Shouki whispered, his hot breath likely the only source of warmth in Naikishin's immediate vicinity.
"Battered, bleeding, half-drowned and ... frozen," Shouki commented. He was stating the obvious, but he enjoyed doing that sometimes.
"You see... I just want to hurt you, maybe kill you but being in pain is plenty-enough for me if you can keep me interested," he sneered. He was not referring to what mot men would refer to when he had two dames tied up in a basement at his mercy. As Sousuke had already learned, Shouki was more than a pretty face.
<B>"Tell me a bit about yourself while my new ...friend makes nice with yours,"<i></i> Shouki magnanimously offered. A colloquy if of gravity would be far more interesting than continuing to beat on a mostly dead woman. The game would have too long an intermission if one or both of them died before the 'heroes' arrived.