“Is that so?” Scoraga cast a heavy lidded gaze toward the human, a hand rested on her hip. She looked him up and down, raising a brow, and feeling utterly unimpressed. “Then who, pray tell, am I dealing with?” The demon floated closer, some genuine curiosity there. She wondered if this would be a baseless boast or if there really was something more to this individual.
Shen’s unfocused gaze narrowed, one hand already reaching behind his back for his spirit blade. Golden hues slowly fixated on the vague shape in front of him- caution causing him to distance himself from the demon as soon as she- it- hovered closer. “You do not belong in this world- return to whence you came or face my blade.” Shen paused, already in a defensive position. “You anger the spirits.”