[center][h1][b]Master of Gatekeeper[/b][/h1]
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[h2]Koume "Baba" Kurojishi, Edge of Shinto Town[/h2]
[b]The Clockwork Fortress of Troy, At the Gates of Troy[/b][/center]
Baba merely nodded along with the vulgar little horse-man. Of course everything he said stood to reason, the 'End Point' of Troilus' existence was decidedly underwhelming compared to any of Chiron's students. "[color=fff79a]It will be considered thorughly.[/color]" Without anything else to add or contest in terms of his warning she merely turned away, back towards the discarded shell of the Great Black Lion. 

"[color=fff79a]Come, Gatekeeper, Gin. We break for tea.[/color]" She barked out almost like an order. Even with her soft disposition towards Troilus she would not show weakness in front of the others, at least not yet. 

As she stepped towards the hulking shell of the karakuri its chest creaked open. Multiple layers of armor, driving springs, and guiding wires folding away in intricate manner to form a set of stairs up towards the opening, from what should have been entirely different components. As she ascended them they retreated, reforming the hull of the monstrous machine seamlessly, as if it had never been there to begin with. 

When her voice returned it boomed like thunder, "[color=fff79a]Do watch your step.[/color]" Earth shaking steps carried the literal ton of puppet and its little old lady cargo onward, to lead the way through ever-changing the city of peril.

[center][@SSW][@Cu Chulainn][@Paradox Witch][/center]
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[h2]Shuten Douji, Fuyuki Outskirts[/h2]
[b]Einnashe Workshop ‘Lucus’, Boundaries Edge[/b][/center]
Two steps into her little 'date', literally, and a glint of red lacquer in the distance caught her eye. "[color=a187be]Darling, get down![/color]" She said, betraying her usually hushed tone with an uncharacteristic urgency. She didn't give any time for him to comply either. A rough shove, human rough not servant rough, sent Ana sprawling back towards the clearing as Berserker raised her now free hand- body surging with an uptick of mana. 

The impact was nothing short of incredible. A sound like thunder, a whirlwind of leaves, all but the stoutest of trees recoiling back as if in shock, and most curiously a sudden spattering of gore across the clearing- especially upon Shuten herself. Had her body not stood between her master and the contents of her freshly returned bowl the high-velocity viscera would almost certainly have killed him. For the Oni it was like a warm rain. 

"[color=a187be]Darling, it seems I've found my vessel. Please wait while I go and clean it.[/color]" Her languorous tone returned, punctuated with a giggle and her tongue cleaning the warm blood from her lips. 

As intriguing as the returned bowl was, it would not do to bring her master directly into the waiting maw of another. Besides, they were being watched already. Another throw, more of a toss really as far as Shuten was concerned, and the bowl went sailing through the trees again- handily shattering the Einzbern's familiar as it sailed through the forest to land in the waters of the harbor beyond. 

Shuten followed shortly after, unburdened by her master and swifter than any wind. Swift enough to strip the vibrant red from her moon-pale flesh, and leave it far behind.

[center][@Crusader Lord][@Art of Fun][/center]
[Center][h3]Edge of Shinto Town, Path to the Harbor[/h3]
[b]Amidst Broken Trees and Unborn Lightning.[/b][/center]
She saw him on the path. That over-dressed dandy on his throne of tamed lightning. Her blood nearly boiled at the sight of it and the mana that comprised her body rose to a fevered surge. The bowl full of meat had been novel, intriguing, amusing even, until now. No, this was a grave insult, this was the worst possible sleight, the excavation of a grudge buried for a thousand years. 

[center][b]Raiko.[/b][/center] 
A shriek, the shriek of a demon raging in it's hell, pierced the night with a strength and fury that would split the lungs of any lesser creature. There was no trace of Shuten Douji, the oni who entertains the persona of an elegant yet indulgent maiden. There was only the king of mount Ooe, and her boundless rage at being cut down with vile trickery. "[color=9e0b0f]SCION OF THE COW! YOU WHO WOULD DISHONOR A PROUD KING OF THE ONI! UPON THE SOIL WHERE YOU STAND I WILL THROW A GRAND BANQUET OF DESTRUCTION! YOUR CORPSE SHALL BE THE SITE OF REVELRY UNBOUND![/color]"

A hundred feet between them, but only one more step. Her bare toes dug into the ground so hard it trembled, and every ounce of power that deceptively tiny body could muster was released in a mighty lunge. An open hand closed around the hilt of an exquisite sword, wrought in gold and peerless steel, easily as big as the one holding it. 

She would hear no answer to her fury. The second she closed the distance she would cut him down.

[center][@Floodtalon][/center]