Knock knock knocking on heavens door

Now the bloody bastard had a sword as well, magical weapons being summoned from no where reminded him of Kira and instantly he knew that this fight was going to be a pain in the ass. Luckily for Youka and well is whole body for that fact he was close enough to the building to push his feet off of it transferring his momentum from straight up to backwards in propulsion. It was a narrow escape but an escape none the less, if the man on top of his building would have moved closer it would be a different story.

Hitting the ground again Youka sighed audibly while patting his head, while his armor was durable, it wasn't magical sword from nowhere durable. This hut really had to go, it was annoying and like he said, having the high ground opened him up to make a lot of mistakes, like jumping into a sword.

Being roughly 4 meters from the building Youka again decided to try to get this dude to come down to the ground, like honestly, did he have a complex of looking down on people, or just being on semi tall buildings. Swinging his right arm in a horizontal arc threads would tear into the buildings base ripping at its frame causing the building to crumble in on itself.

"Lets try this again."

-10 AP btw 790 new total

How strange. The male was quick with his mind, as well as his feet. His feet were inching towards the building, breaking off from the pattern he had previously been following which alerted Xyxer to something.. This boy had incredibly good reactions. Something must be bolstering them. Alas though, so did Xyxer. He reacted instantly to the males movement by pushing himself towards the edge of the building, crouching down as his blade now extended to it's maximum length in it's sword state, it extended to 2.5 metres (80 speed) That, combined with the instant movement downwards would aid in the sword's attempt to cleave through Youka's head, with a now slightly adjusted angling so that if Youka was to continue to jump backwards, he would only aid in cleaving himself in half. While on the edge, Xyxer was ready to drop himself, hoping to kill this parasite with his descent if need be. The length of his sword, however, made him wish he did not have to lower himself to such degrading levels.

Naturally, if the male was to continue to attack the building with his threads, Xyxer would fall downwards, feet first of course.

Meh things were getting a little too close for comfort with this sword and now the fucking thing could grow. Youka could have sworn he was fighting Kira under all that armor, but oh well he would have time to think about that later. This next counter was well a little interesting to say the least. The sword was now close enough to where he could grasp it's two sides as how it was angled allowed for a clasp on the non sharp sides to look as if he was praying (strength 100). In this manner as he moved backwards he could effectively stop the blade from moving in any closer without being extended again if it could. Of course he wasn't going to keep his head in front of the sword as that would be dumb, using the mans own forward weight against him after clasping the sword Youka immediately pushed upwards with his hands in an attempt to throw the armored mans swing hand off allowing him to land

If everything went according to plan this should put them both on the ground at equal height and the current length of the sword apart again. Going against weapon users was so annoying because they were always doing weird shit with their stuff, this dude was no different.

"You're on the ground finally, took you long enough, or me, depending on how you see it."

Demon
Can I take over now?

Youka
Shut up.

This fight had escalated rather quickly, perhaps he was losing his touch as he had still not won this fight.. Was this man mocking him? Did he believe himself greater than the dirt Xyxer had crushed many times before? Frowning under the armour as a dark wave felt as if it was washing him over. The male made a few movements of his arms, which, thanks to being an Experienced Fighter, Xyxer was able to register. It was surprising really, how quick you could react along with your sword.. It was almost as if it was an extension of yourself, truly.

That was why, when he saw the movements of the arms and the slow movements to go for his sword, he too reacted instantly and spun his sword sidewards, attempting to force the male to grasp onto the both of the sharp sides of the sword and, hopefully, lacerate himself.

"I'm happy you've lasted this long, truly. You're worthy to be on my cross."

With that, the male stopped his hesitations and had the sword extend outwards in a shot of speed, increasing in length greatly ( 5 metres ). It was notable to add, before he had performed the extension of the sword, a thin water layer covered the sword. (266 sharpness)

900 AP -15 AP = 885 AP

This entire scene was playing over and over again it felt like, they were both getting nowhere and Youka was still facing the pointy end of the pig sticker.

Demon
You know/

Youka
Shut up!

This was utterly craziness and well the man hand done exactly what Youka had felt would happen from someone that was well versed in using blades. Youka pretty much had done it to bait the switch. You know, he was pretty smart even when the demon wasn't doing the serious fighting for him. Youka's hands moved still in the same way but instead tore at the palm on his right allowing his threads to intersect with the blade interlacing to create a ball of threads on the blade. Drawing the threads back into his right arm the blade would be drawn with it moving it over the mans side moving it out of the way of putting Youka's head in imminent danger.

At this same time Youka's left palm would be pointed towards the man opening up to allow his threads to seep into the mans helmet in a rushed mass to puncture and create new orifices for the man to breath from.

This again would breath them both to the ground...again standing facing each other....again....

"Tag, you're it."

Youka hoped this was the end of this one move merry go round, he was running out of quirky one liners to throw out.

Xyxer had not fought a male whom had such a queer power before, which did make him somewhat happy. What made him unhappy, however, was the total lack of finesse he was showing. The male should have been dead by now, he knew. Fueled; partly by rage, partly by pride, Xyxer flicked his head downwards, a sudden expulsion of suiton escaping from his free hand down towards the still falling male. The yellow gleaming eyes of a dragon snarled downwards cutting through the threads, protecting the lovely helmet of Xyxer, as it snaked downwards quickly before flicking itself upwards to the side, aiming to impact the left hip of the male, that was, unless his next move occurred in which case the dragon would halt near him and wait.

"Why dont you die already, dog?"

As that happened, and the sword was yanked by the threads to the right hand side of Youka, he merely extended the blade some more, even though I'm not sure how he could grasp a hold of the blade considering the sharpness. The blade extended, with the male essentially being suspended in the air due to him pushing from the wall, still being falling downwards with his back aiming for a hard impact. The blade now coiled around the body of the male , water on the blade protecting it from any grasping techniques as it's length increased almost instantly in split segments (15 metres) It covered him from head to toes, waiting to serrate him unless he was to beg force mercy, which of course, would have to be quick considering his rapid descent. That was only to happen of course, if the blade was allowed to do such a sinister move.

If all of this was not to affect the male too much, Xyxer would allow himself to drop onto the ground on the same height as the fellow, roughly 5 metres away. After all, he didn't want to be invading his personal space, did he.

(85 power + 75 speed Dragon)
(885 AP - 15 AP - 30 AP = 840 AP)

One second, one minute, one hour, one day, How long had it been that these two armored demons played out the same move. It was true that Youka was on the defensive as he stared through his demons mask, the attacker was well trained in the art of swordplay, it was honestly only by the skin of his teeth and quick thinking that he had survived this long on pure defense.

it was however time to see if he could make something of this new predicament he had put himself in. This dragon might be his saving grace or at least provide him with the momentum he would need to pull this off. The three tomoe sharingan swirled into activation increasing his reaction time and speed by just enough to achieve his goal as the dragon cut and roared through his threads and sought to continue by his hand Youka reached out quickly for it with the same arm letting the wave of water carry his body suspended in air by the arm downwards. He would have to worry about damaged armor and such at a later time.

The angle however was just what the death priest needed, it was at the end of his central gravity allowing him to be put off axis. Torquing his upper body around with the help of the dragons force would cause him to spin with much force and speed. As his body would become parallel with the ground and his back to Xyxer, Youka's hands would form the tiger hand seal, his mouth filling with a violent force of water would start spewing as his body reach the five oclock position making its quick round back to face Xyxer. The initial blast of water would cut into the ground and at this angle the force would hasten the spin. Youka's head was aimed so that once his spin made full circle it would be aimed at Xyxers blade hand hitting under where the hilt was visible. Of course due to the nature of this movement the water would carry through into the mans mid section as well, the force either pushing him up or to the left as the jet continued.

Youka would hit the ground as his mouth ran dry from the jutsu and quickly roll backwards to his feet positioning him five meters from the crazed killer.

Standing to his feet he would let out a loud breath of air and practically a sigh of relief as he had finally gotten out of the death drop.

"Death doesn't look good on me."
Would be what he would say if everything wen't as planned.

Jutsu used suidanha 65 power and speed I believe
speed=100
Reac time=160
890-40-1=839 AP

The male did pull off some interesting moves, one had been putting his hand in a water dragon like a dragon tamer, another had been jumping from a wall and avoiding death's icy grasp, the last, however, was his spinning into a sword. He did not know whether the male had meant to stick his hand in the dragon and spin, but it seemed that he had and as such he did actually torque directly into the water of the blade, a sudden spouting of blood and the familiar slicing of bone alerted Xyxer; the spine had been severed. Instantly unsummoning his sword, he did not truly want a male of such stature to die, just yet at least. The guy must have information that would be useful for him. Flicking his left hand up, the single notion ordered the village guards to carry him to the 'dungeons' of Xyxer, where his flaying cross rested.

Naturally, his kit had been removed. There was no demon that opposed Xyxer now, only Youka, though of course, his dignity was hidden behind a loin cloth. His armour and choker however, rested on a table not too far from the two. In the dimly lit room, Xyxer sat in a chair roughly three meters from the man, still dressed in his armour. In his hands he held Tidebreaker, although the small version he could get. The spine of Youka had been repaired by the wonderful medics down in Tengakure, so he should be recovering quite soon, although, his bodily functions wouldn't be quite up to speed considering he had just suffered a major injury.

"Tell me before I see it fit to end your suffering. Whom sent you?"

Well fuck, That last movement did not end how Youka had meant for it to end. The blade in the end was one too many ways of different that Youka had no practice in fighting till this point and well it had led to him losing this match up in a clash of one movement played multiple ways. The breaking sound was heard long before his mind registered the pain and shut down his body from experiencing all the pain. In the fog of being out of reality the two natures inside him fought for control once more of the body that held two masters.

Demon
You're a fool, I told you to let me do this, how could you fall so easily.Now you've put me in danger of being erased. You WILL let me have control, you're worthless, this pitiful display you put on with the body I made strong. You disgust me.

Youka
.....

Demon
Be a good boy and sleep once again. I will protect us, just as I should have always done. You showed your weakness here, in Konoha, with all this planning over the death of Echo. How can you kill him if you can't even protect yourself from a sword. Go back to the darkness!

Youka's mind finally allowed him to wake from his self induced slumber only to find himself feeling every breeze of cold air and his lungs filled with the smell of old blood and maybe defecation. While the body came back online the mind that took control was no longer the same. It came in control just soon enough to hear the question being asked.

"Who indeed...someone slighted maybe by the recent happenings in this village of powers shifting."

This was preservation now, something that sadly the demon would have to take care of for the lack of anything that came from his host.

The male in front of him seemed to have lost his humour as no quips were being spouted.. How interesting.Alas, however, a vague answer was provided, although it did reference someone losing power from Xyxer's and Takeo's apotheosis. Pushing himself from the chair and inching towards the male, the blade glinting mischievously under the light of the torch.

"What is your name?"

He approached the male, attempting to press the cold blade against the cheek of Youka, a simple attempt to cut it mildly.

"And how much did you lose your life for?"