Killer Intent (Urufu vs Narku)

The streets were cold. A harsh wind blew, generated over the sea and pushed throughout the city by a lesser breeze that grew in strength the more it blew across the city. The dense heat that previously occupied the space just above the ashpalt helped to exaggerate the cold wind, causing many whom had previously dressed for warmer weather to shiver. Unlike those pitiful, unintelligent baffoons, Urufu was perfectly content in his black dress pants. They blocked the chilly breeze enough to allow the young man to remain comfortable. Nevertheless, his black tuxedo jacket and lengthy spikes of blond hair whipped in the cool breeze, the tips of his ears turning a light red.

Walking through the streets with calm steps, Urufu passed through a dark alley completely unharmed. Emerging from the other side, he brushed of his pants, and carried on. Inside the alley were seven large-built gangmembers, skewered to the point of unrecognizability. Urufu's clothing and flesh sustained 0 blood stains from the 'fight', not that it could be called one. It was more of a slaughter. As he continued walking through the city, the sun lowered just slightly in the sky, pinning the time of day at roughly 7:30 pm. Despite the chill, it was a pleasant day.

Marching through the maze of silver that made up the city, Urufu wondered if he could get into a real fight. His little experiment had given him a craving for blood. He wondered how someone with even an iota of power would stand up to him. Glancing down at the snow-white gloves that covered his hands like a condom for his fingers, he questioned his own might. Glaring back up at the empy streets with his mauve eyes, he walked faster. Someone around here should be able to offer him a challenge. As the clouds in the sky swiftly cut through the blue high-ocean, his intensity manifested itself through his eyes as waves of killer intent. If you looked into those orbs, you knew your life was going to end quickly.

DId he kill those men? The question came at him with an odd ring to it, as if the speaker wasn't sure if he wished to know the answer or not. Turning to face he whom voiced his opinion, Urufu was almost happy to see the nosy busybody. "Why, of course it was." The large smile on his face showed no hint of remorse or guilt. Those who died weren't important. They were simply failed experiments. The average human didn't have enough durability or skill to survive long enough for Urufu to receive any workable data. But... Taking another glance at the man whom had asked him a question, Urufu grinned. Perhaps he did.

"Is there a problem with that?" Holding out his hand, Urufu concentrated lightly. A puff of black smoke appeared in front of the hand with a pop, obscuring him from view. As the black smoke was cleared away by the cool breeze, Urufu was holding a long, black sword with gold trim along the hilt and pommel. "Because if there is, I would love to work things out with you." Grinning demonically, the seal-user cracked his neck. Although the white gloves had a bit of black on the surface from the smoke that was a result of the summoning, he didn't mind. It would wash out. It always washed out.

"Come at me, bro." The words dropped from his lip like honey, a sickeningly sweet tone ringing on the edge of it. It told all who could hear it that Urufu was going to enjoy this, like a particularly sugary candy eaten by someone on a diet. Swinging the sword once, Urufu adjusted his grip so the balance was right. The black blade cut through the air with a whoosh, before it came to rest. The tip of the blade, which drew up from the hilt with two waves, pointed at the ground beneath Urufu. Bending his knees slightly, Urufu concentrated on the soul of the ground beneath his feet, readying himself for battle.

The moment his opponent started coming towards him, Urufu summoned a very special little throwing knife into his hand. This dagger had three blades at it's end, and possessed a very fun seal. Throwing it to his side, the three blades sunk into the ground, biting through the cold earth and stabilizing. That would be for later, however. Getting ready, Urufu continued his conversation as a black reiatsu welled up on his gloves, thickening into an ink like substance.

"No, you misunderstand. It was because they were living that I attacked them. It is my personal honor to test everyone's limits. I want to see just how far they can be pushed before dying." Dropping low and curving to the side, Urufu slapped his hand against his opponent's blade, pushing it away from him. Of course, this wasn't the only reason he touched it. The hand that he slapped it with was the very same hand that his reiatsu had previously concentrated on. The blade of his opponent now contained one of Urufu's seals.

"So very proud.. for why should I not be?" As the seraph energy fired for his face, Urufu disappeared. There was a puff of black smoke, and the young man reappeared where the kunai he had previously thrown was positioned. That was the specialty of the seal placed on it. It was also the same seal that he had just placed on Kon's sword. Grinning, Urufu couldn't believe the ease in which the seals were responding to him. Holding out his hand once more, there was a puff of black smoke. Before it could be revealed what was summoned, Urufu activated the seal he had just placed.

Disappearing and reappearing in a larger puff of black smoke, Urufu had been repositioned in the air. Floating just above his opponent's sword, he swung his heavy blacksmith hammer at the boy's hand, hoping to shatter the bones and render his swordsmanship useless. Because of the black smoke that appeared, hopefully he wouldn't be able to react due to vision obstruction. Either way, Urufu was content. Using the soul in the air to help him stay afloat, Urufu swung his favorite sword, Faust, threw the air. The steel whistled, howling, as it arced through the space. It was aimed for Kon's throat.