Embers Of Dead Ego [Operation Fun Rebels] [Shadow Fall/Royal Demon Mission] [5/6 slots left]

Shadow Fall. Earth and mankind's personal boogieman, seemingly spreading despair and nothing but. The very idea of a human serving among its ranks was preposterous to those who had seen the organization's vile vacuum of villainy first hand. Yet, for years one had held a position in Shadow Fall, and a rather important one at that. Mifune Soan, retired member of Shadow Fall's Banshee Force, had no qualms about serving demons and killing humans. There was no loyalty to his own species or world, no connection to either. Decent pay and solid lodging was good enough for Mifune, regardless of what his employers asked for him. With these rewards he had been able to provide for his wife and daughter without issue for over a decade. However, after his daughter left and he grew apart from Katana Broadshield, his spouse, Mifune had retired from his position in Shadow Fall and lived alone in a quaint little house resembling something you might see in a movie about 1950's suburbia, not someone's home in the middle of the Demon World.

More recently, the man who had a reputation as a merciless killer grew restless. Doing nothing but tending to his garden and maintaining his home could hardly be described as filling. Though he'd never say it out loud, Mifune actually missed working for Shadow Fall. At least as a Banshee he had missions and jobs that kept him busy. For these reasons, Mifune uncharacteristically jumped at the chance to answer a call-to-arms from Mana Asthavon herself. Evidently there was some sort of uprising of demons against the supposed "tyranny" of Shadow Fall and its Thrones. The details didn't really concern Mifune all that much. There were people other people wanted dead, so he would gladly oblige. Donning his trademark tan jacket and slipping on sandals, Mifune was almost ready to head out. All he needed now lay gathering dust in his bedroom closet. The non-magical, generic weapons seemingly generic and incredibly out of place in a universe filled with individuals capable of destroying continents. Yet, they were a necessity.

Not one to feel sentimental, Mifune Soan grasped the KEEP OUT tape wrapped around one of the two containers of swords, slung it around his torso, and left his home without knowing if returning was in his future. Living just outside Flow City had quite a few perks, including ease of access to resources like food, but on this day what was most important was proximity to the rebellion forces currently marching on it's city center. As he entered the metallic metropolis, the gritty smell of pervasive smoke and pollution from its many factories filled his nostrils. While a regular human may begin coughing, unable to deal with the fumes and demonic miasma permeating through the area, Mifune ignored it entirely. It had been may centuries since he felt pain from such minor annoyances.

Unlike Stefan Soan, his brother, who would be here looking for a good fight, only the objective was on Mifune's mind: Kill all rebels; Leave none alive. Simple enough orders, shouldn't be too difficult for him regardless of their numbers. Unable to sense the Reiatsu of those around him, he wasn't aware of any entities making grand entrances quite yet. Truthfully, all he could rely on were his human senses which, while far above that of regular people's, could not provide him with the information supernatural individuals could rely on. Yet, his sight would not fail him; it wasn't long until Mifune came across a couple stragglers despite not being close to Flow City's center. These crag-skinned, horned creatures resembled man only in the shallowest of ways. Yet, like humans they could die just the same. Before his presence had been noticed by the small group of rebels, a fact usually resulting from his complete lack of spiritual pressure, Mifune had silently drawn one of his many swords and began his mission. In a split second, the out-of-place man was now in front of the demons, his back to them. As he walked away, all four of their heads split cleanly as they collapsed to the ground. A good start.

Mifune Soan made his way through the steampunk streets of Flow City without a hiccup, silently slaughtering all the looters and rebels and traitors he came across. Bloodying streets was hardly new to the infamous Yojimbo, and today didn't stand out either....yet. Having only dealt with mindless mooks thus far, Mifune didn't allow himself to become complacent. Peaking around the corner of a particularly old building, his crimson gaze scanning the crowd of insurrectionists rioting ahead. Twenty three. Believing their only strength to be numbers, it was what Mifune focused on most while doing threat assessment. Simple. Having long since mastered the ability to build battle plans in the span of seconds, it wasn't long until the retired Banshee once again began his bloodletting in earnest.

Stepping out from the shadows, Mifune quickly gained the attention of the demons closer to their deaths than they knew. "Face judgment." In a flash one of Mifune's blades disappeared from its container, now finding itself lodged in the skull of a particularly mean-looking fiend. Before the blood spurting out could even reach those nearest, the self-proclaimed Kenshin had already murdered a dozen more rebels by decapitation. The strongest of the group lunged for the man, yet to no avail. Instead of succumbing to such a weak attack, Mifune deftly leapt up and slit the beast's skull in two, grabbing his thrown sword in the process. Almost appearing cinematic, Mifune finished the butchering of his foes in the same instant the removed heads touched the ground. Without acknowledging the moment, he merely replaced his swords in their container and continued onward. Having traveled through Flow City many a time, Mifune knew he was near the center. The horrible screams of terrified rebels certainly helped him reach this conclusion.

After a few more minutes of walking, Mifune came across a mass of huddled bodies thousands and thousands of yards wide. A lot more than 23... Despite the incredible difference in numbers, Mifune remained unperturbed. What did stand out was the presence of a man clearly heads and shoulders above those around him facing down a woman equally mighty in stature. Blackheart Gremory, Danava Demon of Vanguard and....Neoveta Asthavon? Despite the reports? Hmph. Realizing reports and public information weren't always verifiable, Mifune ignored the oddity and headed toward the coming clash of titans brewing in the mob's center. Slicing and dicing his way through the veritable army surrounding him, the eldest Soan had no trouble paving a path of bloodied corpses and still-twitching limbs. Despite the massive number of rebels, Mifune's speed and swift killing of those standing in his way meant it did not take long for him to reach Blackheart and Neoveta R2.

The untouched, unstained figure of Mifune Soan stood to the left of the Vanguardian Danava a dozen or so feet away. Having not made it in time to hear either of their introductions, assuming both had made one, Mifune merely made his entirely undetectable presence known by issuing a threat to the righteous man he faced down. "The sentence for treason is death. You are allowed no last words."