"HOORAY!" The black hellhound roared in ecstasy. It rolled its neck and shook the fur along its body. The black beady eyes of the schizophrenic hallucination stared intently at Yukio; his happiness was all that mattered in this situation. "Shut up." Yukio whispered to the imaginary beast that lived within his head. Heading to the core of the battle was stressful enough without his own delusions trying to hype him up. Yukio had been waiting for a good fight to warm his blood and get his heart pumping. Besides very small excursions with the Rebels, the Black Beast has yet to give in to his primal urges. Now would be the moment his blade would taste the very blood it has been denied. His right hand gripped the handle of his rather gigantic sword with unspoken glee. One of the fodder Empire goons decided to test their luck in melee against Yukio. He drew his blade in one swift strike, cleaving through the ninja and his blade with his astonishing might. 

Dust dispersed into the air and the earth cracked under the weight of the Fusion Sword and the force distributed throughout it's blade. Blood spurted from the wound that split the ninja in two halves. It splashed on to his face, warm like the sun's rays. He could feel the bloodthirsty beast resurfacing within him. What was the need to restrain himself and fight tactically against such pathetic forces? The hellhound nudged Yukio's arm as a way to tell him to just let go. A blade of solid water soared through the air. Fusion Blade was moved in front of Yukio using the blunt side like a huge shield. Yukio stood his ground, his feet digging into the very earth beneath him from the force. He moved the blade just an inch to show his left eye through his bangs and the devilish grin on his face. 

"AAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!" Like a lion in a jungle, Yukio's roar instilled fear into those that decided to face him. Death was ensured for his victims as he rushed forward, chakra permeating his sword.