The elder Daidouji held his ground. While his barrier was cracked, he was certain it would hold up against a mere blade. He raised his fists in preparation, eyes narrowing... wait. The gleam along the edge, the specific way the metal seemed to flash... was that...?!

"A yokai blade?!" he cried, attempting to backstep out of the way as swiftly as he could. But it was far, far too late. The weapon flashed downwards, and in and instant there was a sound like shattering glass as cracks spiderwebbed out from the point of impact and spread through his already-damaged barrier. It splintered, shattering to pieces and fading away into nothing.

"... How foolish of me," he admonished himself, raising one hand, "To have not perceived the true nature of your weapon until it was too late. Now my defenses are lost."

He waved one hand over his bare arm, and the runes suddenly blazed crimson.

"I won't allow you to take this opportunity from me," he continued, as the red aura swiftly spread from the runes to coat his entire arm. It was a field spell, and anyone who knew what the Daidouji family's affinity was could swiftly surmise what the field would do to what it touched.