*whips out a bottle of raid* i’m not afraid of you, naraku.
Naraku remained unflappable, his confidence— perhaps, based on sheer ignorance of what was to come— was unbreakable. Red eyes gleamed hatefully from the deep dark. The shadows shifted as Naraku descended from his perch.
"Is that so, little Kagome? Hmhm, perhaps you are something more than a pale imitation after all–"
And then, the first spray hit, and it hit hard enough to wipe the mask of insufferable smugness off of his face. Naraku's expression fell from unfettered confidence to one of mild confusion. His eyes stung from whatever that liquid was.
"What–" He manages to say through coughs, his voice strained. "Damnable woman! What kind of weapon is this?!"