[center][u][b]Minamoto Yoshitsune[/b][/u]
Level 3 [19/30]
Sandswept Sky-Al Mamoon
1610
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The two cyborgs approached to finish him off.

Yoshitsune looked to the torch just out of his reach. With a swift and fluid movement, he kicked his wheels over his head, using the momentum to get upright again with a bit more distance. Tora and Poppi had shown up, along with some of the others, and the fight wad more fair. It was then he noticed something on his hips. Looking down, he smiled and drew the new swords that had seemingly appeared from nowhere. 

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Fox fire Swords
Red katana made manifest from Yoshitsune's era. They dish out more punishment than his initial blades, and their blades ignite with dancing flame to burn the flesh of their victims.
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He doubted the flaming weapons would do too much damage to the cyborg but was still glad to have something better than the torch to fight with. 

Instead of waiting for Daemon to get closer, Yoshitsune rushed at him, aiming one blade for his opponent's head and the other for his shins. There'd be no way to block them both. 

Taken by surprise, Daemon could only bring his blade into a poor block by the time Yoshitsune's double strike came down on him. He barely managed to obstruct the fiery sword meant for his cranium, resulting in most of the force still being transmitted through the sword. That plus the blow to his leg forced him away, wheeling backward. With his dander up he threw out a reckless fading slash to try and catch his opponent's follow-up, the multicolored arc of his Graffiti Blade cleaved through empty air.

Yoshitsune took a step forward, feigning the same attack, only to reverse into a spin to come from the other side, adding for Daemon's head and thigh this time.

Although addled enough to for Daemon to fall for the feint and block left, Yoshitsune's maneuver involved a full back-turn spin, which gave his foe enough time to adapt. He ducked backward out of the way of the samurai's double attack, allowing the somewhat reckless attack to overswing, then lunged forward with a rising diagonal slice. His blade's colorful trail turned in a spiral as he then looped his weapon downward into a falling diagonal slice, creating an X of spattered paint. From there Daemon leaped into a brutal somersault slash to divide the X in half, and if Yoshitsune didn't think fast, split him like timber.

With his swords raised in an X, Yoshitsune was easily able to block the attack, though that left him unable to attack with the burning blades. Instead, he kicked Daemon in the chest, following up with a flaming X slash of his own towards his opponent's chest.

When kicked, Daemon allowed himself to be pushed away to minimize the damage and also get out of the reach of an attempted combo. As he fell back he activated Stealth, disappearing from sight once again.

Yoshitsune frowned at the stealth, using the chance to consume a Kurama herb. Here closed his eyes, listening through the sounds of battle for Daemon. He'd have to attack sooner or later.

As the swordsman concentrated, he detected an onrushing object. When he turned to face it, however, he found it to be a brick, taken from one of the nearby warehouse shelves and hurled his way as a makeshift projectile. Daemon himself was nowhere to be seen, but a second later another brick flew at Yoshitsune from another angle.

With the flaming swords, the samurai was easily able to slash the bricks ot of the air. Keeping track of where they were flying from, he tried to see where Daemon was gonna come from next.

Each chunk of stone carried a lot more mass and force than the elegantly slim swords Yoshitsune elected to try and hit them with rather than dodging, and each one 'slashed' dealt a portion of durability damage to the flaming weapons. Nevertheless, his awareness allowed him to spot the three bricks falling toward him from above in quick succession, demanding his attention to avoid his helmet getting caved in.

With a quick jump forward, the bricks were dodged. With a high jump and a few points along the wall as steps, Yoshitsune joined Daemon in the rafters. "Fight honorably with your blade," he said, taking his stance again.

For a moment Yoshitsune faced nothing but silence. It lasted long enough to make him wonder if he hadn't guessed wrong, and that his adversary employed some sort of trick to make it seem as through he'd thrown his projectiles from up high. With all the noise down below he couldn't hear any telltale traces of footsteps. Then out of nowhere a cloud of aerosol paint blossomed in his face, copiously imbrued with soporific chemicals. As Yoshitsune struggled to resist the urge to sleep Daemon brought his leg up and delivered a weighty kick, returning the favor from earlier and then some. "You were annoying," he Daemon told his enemy as he fell from the warehouse's heights. "So long."

Yoshitsune took the kick, letting himself fall in a way where he'd land on his wheels. "Enough of your dirty tricks!" he yelled angrily. "Have some honor when you fight a samurai!" He used another Kurama herb, thinking about how Daemon attacked his with the... Yoshitsune didn't know what it was. Some type of poisonous gas? "Kamui!" he called, activating the first level of the ability.

Daemon's lips curled in anger beneath his mask. He leaped from his vantage point, grabbing hold of a tall shelf's corner strut to slow his fall, and descended toward Yoshitsune with his Graffiti Blade at the ready

Just as Daemon got close enough, Yoshitsune activated the second level of Kamui, showing his perception of time more, giving him a better view of his opponent's openings. He thrust one sword for Daemon's face, using that as a distraction to hold his other sword at the other swordsman's neck.

On the way down Daemon readied himself to deliver a broad slice when Yoshitsune came at him, but he didn't anticipate the perception and precision allotted by Kamui, especially since the samurai didn't call his technique out loud. The tip of one blazing katana stabbed into and managed to get through the gang leader's fearsome mask, piercing and burning his cheek. He roared with pain and his blade flashed from one side to the other, giving him some room to land. Daemon took hold of his weapon with both hands and lunged forward, calling upon Shift, to bring himself close enough for a whirlwind spin attack.

Surprising himself with the damage to Daemon's mask, Yoshitsune was a lot more level-headed than his opponent. As Daemon tried to do three spin attack, Yoshitsune swung his blade for Daemon's forearm, hoping to disarm him.

Perhaps not anticipating the follow-through of the Shift Strike technique, the samurai attempted to counterattack with the spin still in progress. When the blades collided Yoshitsune's got deflected, and there was only so much he could do with his other sword before the Shift Strike scored a good hit across his chest. Daemon came to a stop and hopped back. "Getting cocky? Die already!" He moved forward, ready to deliver the fight's final stroke. As he ran in he scraped the Graffiti Blade across the ground, throwing up a a spray of sparks and paint. Behind the haze he drew his sword into an iaido position, focused his strength, and finally unleashed a speedy draw slash to cut right through the veil and the man behind it. The move left him open, but in his mind Yoshitsune was too wounded to deal with it, making this the killing stroke.

Yoshitsune gasped as he stumbled backwards. "That's a strong attack," he smirked, gripping hits swords tightly. As he made the mist, Yoshitsune saw his plan to cut through him. The gash in his armor wouldn't protect him. He quickly and quietly got low, nearly laying on the ground. After Daemon's slash, Yoshitsune stood with a rising slash for Daemon's torso.

Yoshitsune's blade split Daemon's corded belt and ripped upward through his paint-stained hoodie, only stopping as it struck the underside of the man's mask. His hat flew off as he reeled backward, stunned by the impact. His fist still clenched around the hilt of his weapon, but the samurai had another moment to execute a follow-up attack that would make all the difference.

With all his strength and speed, Yoshitsune pushed Daemon to the wall, one sword against his neck, the other against the wrist he held his graffiti sword with.

Though backed into a corner, Daemon's resolve did not falter. With Galeem's influence in his heart he couldn't surrender, not so long as a drop of fight remained in him. But as Yoshitsune entrapped him, his eyes involuntarily slid to the lightshow spooling up a few meters away. That little girl was awash in magic, a vast destructive power building around her, and Daemon could only watch as a wave of explosions radiated outward from her to fill the warehouse, swallowing everyone in its pyrotechnic fury.

Yoshitsune landed a ways away from where he'd had Daemon pinned to the wall. The other swordsman seemed to have escaped. Standing, though in pain, he made his way towards the others. It didn't take him long to notice healers had come, as well as some police, and most of his friends seemed to be heading towards them. Swords sheathed, he moved to the closest healer who wasn't working on anyone else. "The masked swordsman escaped," he groaned angrily. "I have a feeling we'll see him again."