[center][h2]Demon Archer[/h2][/center]

"Ohoho, skeletons is it. The remnants of humanity left behind when flesh and blood and souls are stripped away, bleached white bones serving as a grim reminder of the mortality of men. And yet is it not because of those lumps of calcium that we can be who we are? To demonize our literal backbone... humans sure are strange." The monologue would have probably went better if her dear Master weren't using her esteemed self as an anchoring point for motion sickness, but she wasn't one to turn down the embrace of a cute girl in question. It was rather nice actually and were she in a more private place, would have rather enjoyed it more. As it was now, stimulation was to come another way.

In life, she was known as many things but fear and revulsion were the most important part of her 'heritage' as it were. She was a hero who led to the unification of Japan through her direct actions even if she never managed to do so herself, a being that continued to divide the Japanese people due to drastic and wild actions. Tyrannous and freedom loving was she, an eccentric mix that was in itself quite paradoxical. And here was an opponent that felt no fear, a seemingly perfect army that did not shy away from pain and was tireless. She applauded the use of such automatons but at the same time sneered at the fact that the weakness of such things were they lacked human drive and will. They were cold and efficient sure, but that was only if they were utilized by a competent commander. As it was now, all she saw was a rabble of target practice just waiting to be blown up. 

"Ready. Aim." Folding her arms together and adopting an imperious look (or as close to it as she was capable of while not shrugging off the poor girl), the diminutive Demon Archer materialized three stylized flintlock rifles that bore the feeling of both antiquity and progress. They were cast iron cylinders with enameled gold and polished wood grained handles, floating about in blatant disregard to the laws of gravity themselves. "Fire." And with a resounding thunder, they burst into action. Crimson ardor lanced out from the barrels, beams of intense red color that tore apart the air itself upon their directed shots towards the skeletons. Mystery was apparent and in use, this Land of the Gods ironically making the godslayer more powerful. "HAHAHAHAHA! HOW WONDERFUL!"