That grin grew on the giants face when Beniha gave that disinterested sigh and replied to his greeting. [color=light blue]"What? Don't like the dulcet tones of my humming?"[/color] He teased. He was trying to be friendly, build a camaraderie with the woman who seemed bored of existence in general. Or maybe that sigh was directed more to the wisps of power that escaped him despite trying to lock it all down? Meh he'd poke her about it later.

The rumbling and putter of an engine announce Da-Xia's arrival, with a ghost in tow it seemed. Her first sentence got a brief laugh. [color=lightblue]"Motorcycles aren't exactly...stealthy..."[/color] He rumbled down to her, clearly amused. Then she went on to say that the black rocks were actually a seed, or egg. Sounded more like am embryo to him but either way that spelt bad news. Especially when she mentioned it was most likely hostile towards the DHA cuz of the fire. Shit.

Her last exclamation was joined by the female ghost...being a goof. Well being dead could build eccentricities...possibly? He had never died so he didn't know obviously. As they moved along at a rather sedate pace a buzzing overrode the putter of the motorcycle. Giant insectoid demons were drawing in and Beniha gave them their orders.

[color=lightblue]"Ah, it's been ages since I got to slap some bugs!"[/color] Kaze exclaimed merrily. Some of the insects sped towards him, a nice big one leading the swarm charge. The big man shucked his coat, it was expensive and he didn't want to get guts on it, before he lunged towards the buts. The leading ones scythe-like fore-limbs drew back to cut into him before a loud crack rung out. True to his word he had literally slapped the demon, and the carapace covered head was gone in a spray of green and yellow. The limbs blew past him and then the abdomen trailing its blood in gooey splatters.

Beniha had said to take care of the ones closest and he wasn't seeing anyone else nearby on this cold morning but he still kept his ears open for screams. Did the feather lady even know he was not a speedster anyway? Eh he'd think later, it was splat time now. Another one buzzed in but it actually got a chance to swipe at him. But his eyes weren't normal anymore, they were a deep and vicious crimson, and his hand snapped up and caught the swinging claw. It stopped dead before he turned, dragging the flying bug through the air, to impact with another oncoming one in a cacophony of buzzes, crunches, squelches, and insectoid squealing. As laid back as he seemed he was clearly good at causing much violence, and utterly slaughtering what came at him given that initial bitch slap to end all bitch slaps had made goo of the first bug.