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Who: Kuro (bleuthunder) and Ashura (heavens_schism)
What: Playtime for the Saint of Chaos and the God of Destruction.
When: After this and this.
Where: Out by the hole.
Summary: Kuro, being Kuro, has been having a grand old time causing pain and madness. Ashura has had quite enough pain and madness, and, all grown up now, comes out to put a stop to him hurting the people

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[bleuthunder]

The winds were particularly violent tonight...the black skirt of Kuro's negative colored Sekishidan uniform flapping loudly. In his hands was a blade he had, to that point, not been seen. It looked like Fuuraiken but...the once gleaming white holy blade was now red with blood, covered from tip to pommel in crimson. The very sight of Kuro would cause fear in those whom might lay eyes upon him that night, but...

...He sense no fear in Ashura at all. Just defiance and righteous indignation. Just like Sol had...the only creature that had ever been able to kill him. And the idea that this being might even come so close filled him with joy and excitement. His grin was a mile wide...

"WELCOME!" he cried out, laughing as he did so. "LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, SHALL WE?"

[heavens_schism]

Ashura half turned to face Kuro, golden eyes resolute. The sword in hir hands felt comfortable, more so than it had in hir childhood--it was a part of hir, in a way, and now sie was big enough to wield it easily. Sie frowned, childish seriousness on a grown-up face.

"As I said," sie replied, wind whipping almost impossibly long black hair around hir, "if this is the 'fun' you're looking for, we're going to have a wonderful time." The other hir seemed to think so--was in the back of hir mind feeling smug and pleased and excited.

[bleuthunder]

Kuro let out a wild and mad cry as he charged towards Ashura, holding the Blood Fuuraiken at the ready as black colored lighting began to flicker around him. Of course he'd have fun! Whether he'd hurt Ashura or be hurt himself, the Saint of Chaos was going to have the time of his life...

"GREED...SEVER!" he cried out, flipping forward and cutting down hard as Blood Fuuraiken cackled with furious energy, creating afterimages of itself.

[heavens_schism]

Part of Ashura wanted to freeze up as he moved towards hir--sie had grown used, over hir life, to running and letting the grown-ups fight. But sie was also used to danger, and sie was a grown-up now, and he was not going to get away with this.

Stepping smoothly out of the way, sie sliced at Kuro's back. The transparent blade of Shura-to sang through the night air, smooth and graceful.