"I agree. You're a good fighter, and your elemental powers are top-notch, but you're wrong on two counts. One- I don't work *for* anyone. No offense to you. Hell, I rarely work for *myself*... I *especially* don't work for myself. And I'm not all that into getting paid in yen. No, I'll work *with* ya. For free. So long as there's killing involved. Second, buddy, my powers over cloth aren't nearly as weak as you think." With that, Shouta exerted the full force of his power, controlling the cloth grip of his cleaver, sending it, whirling through the air, back into his hand. He also took time to manipulate the cloth around the admirable opponent's collar and sleeves, using all his energy to hold them firmly in place. It takes a lot of power and exertion to do something like that, and he was going to be incredibly winded afterwards, and he wouldn't be able to pull a trick like that a second time in one night, but like Hell would the great Aka Manto be showily one-upped by this mysterious individual. Who did he think he is, with his large amounts of money, and his fantastic blood powers, and his impressive fighting prowess, and his wonderfully emotionally void personality? "Now you stay there a second, near that wall. I think we got another visitor."