The Exile's Dark Return

Sighing with a great deal of contempt behind his voice, Koichi was more than annoyed with the yammerings of the desperate henchmen. Did he fall under the assumption that this was some sort of over complicated plot meant to throw a wrench in whatever hairbrained scheme he and his master devised? No. It was much less than that to The Iramasha Leader. All this interaction was seemed to be a bumbling crook having the horrid luck of returning into a loyal hellhound that was bent on leaping into action to protect it's home. Thus, whatever doomsday scenario the criminal had playing in his mind of Koichi spending days upon weeks upon months upon years of planning for this encounter -- were laughable and downright humorous to the male. So only a cocky laugh escaped the mouth of The Hybrid Iramasha as he shook his head to disprove any harm had befallen him.

"Really? Do you honestly believe I am toying around? I'm barely paying attention to you right now as it is." There was a strong sense of smugness and pride behind those words; as more and more shades of his father's shadow were beginning to grow root in Koichi's demeanor as he cracked a devilish smirk. It was clear judging by the demonic individual's panic disposition, quivering energy and fumbling words that he was in way over his head to deal with someone like The Iramasha Guard's Leader. If nothing else? Koichi felt a slight sadistic pleasure in invoking that type of fear in the male. For at the very least, there was a sense of karma dealt in the universe when it came to the mental states of the two men. Where The Bloodhound was forced to deal with the annoyance of this half-rate villain, the Nerco Iramasha was then inturn given a strong sense of terror and anxiety in the wake of dealing with the threat that Royal Iramasha posed to him. So all was fair in love and war with the canine at this point.

"Again, you keep calling me the idiot when you are the one with the half-baked idea of trying to actually steal from right a hellhound's nose. For someone who is suppose to be so high-up on the food chain in demon world, Eric sure is sending a bunch of a bozo's to do his bidding." Getting more confident by the second, Koichi let out a jovial laugh as he seemed quite pleased with his work. For, after all, did the male truly believe that he was going to somehow bypass his defenses THAT easily? It doesn't matter if it's god himself banging on the doors of The Iramasha's fortress, if a force attempted to break into that realm -- Koichi would be the first to know about it and do his damnest to defend it.

"Besides, if you think you can snatch that weapon from my control....well....you are open to try anyway." Holding out both of his arms in the air as if to signal "Come at me", Koichi was more than willing to take on more of these ignorant demons if they were so keen and intent on retrieving their precious little weapon. There was a type of disgusting aura that oozed from the male that made The Iramasha want to act so damned arrogant and brash right about now -- as if to smite him. "So you can have your little shadow friends try to back you up and I'll be MORE than happy to knock you back down." Grinning with glee behind every word at this point, it was clear The Royal Hybrid was having quite the bit of fun with this little sharraide. However, like all things, it needed to come to an end at this point and it seemed like the schmuck was going to choose the most sane option -- run away.

Well, this more than made Koichi's job far easier to cope with. Sure, there would have to be a few pages of document written up about this report, but at least there wasn't another mindless idiot trying to blow up the place like his poor allies have to deal with on the daily bases in Karakura Central. So with a shrug, a sigh and a laugh; Koichi continued on with his banter against the cryptic "Necro Iramasha". "Eh, you know, I could just break the sword, destroy it and put a stop to all your plans, yanno." Giving him a questionable look, Koichi seemed quite dumbfounded that the enemy was giving all this information to work with. Didn't he realize that it may have perhaps been in his benefit to continue hiding in a shroud of secrecy in the ashes of defeat? All of these words he spewed out like an acid rain were nothing but ammo for him to use to further cement the bullets of his prison into place and form a cold grave for him.

"At any rate, I'm glad you've given me all of this data to work with. I'll surely pass it on to everyone who works under me and move at an even faster rate to thwart your plans the next time you decide to pay us a little visit." Unveiling a cheesy grin of sorts across his face, Koichi gave the Nerco Iramasha a light-hearted wave as he started to flee back into Demon World. By doing those oh-so-pleasant actions? Heh, The Little Nerco Boy made Koichi's day a heck-of-a-lot-more easier than deciding to be a bother and begin a fight he could not win. Rather it be mentally, hand-to-hand, energy-wise or whatever else have you -- this guy was more than out of his league.

And with that cheery goodbye, Koichi was already at work deciphering the secrets, abilities and origins of the sinister little weapon trapped within his personal dimension. Through usage of his sacred chaos spells, the inner engima's of this tools lore would be divulged to The Hybrid Creature and it's data shared throughout the clan to better be suited for combat if it should indeed fall under attack in the future. So as Koichi started to walk back out to the surface area, the events of this little encounter were shared throughout the Iramasha Sync between his soldiers and they all scattered about. Some went to clear the hallways below in the barracks to ensure no other accolhompases were there that they could not seek, while others were already grabbing pen and paper and heading off to the offices in order to write down every single detail of this incident for archival.

Meanwhile, Koichi truly couldn't care less. It was nothing more than a casual encounter that turned into more or less -- nothing. The threat had been neutralized and sent back where it belong, The Iramasha obtained a new weapon to study and Eric's lapdogs got the fear of god placed in them. So he gave a lazy yawn and looked out towards the clear-blue skies wondering if any other foolishness would occur on this day. Giving a slight shrug to his own worrying thoughts, The Hound then started wandering off towards the Iramasha Forest to catch some well-deserved rest. Hopefully, if things went his way, there wouldn't be another drooling moron to ruin his day. As surely, in his mind, this dog earned his sleep.