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STATUS. HP-100% MP-100 Cool Down
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NOTES. "Word “ "Thought “
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"You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
- Kite
Kite could remember the sound of the bang that echoed from the end of the cane that played two roles, a walking cane and then as it was made ever apparent that it was a firearm of some sort. He remembered the stinging feeling in his chest, it was almost like a bee stinging him but a hell of alot worse, he even remembered his attempt at blocking it with the sword he didn’t have but what he didn’t remember at all was ending up with his back pressed on the cold hard ground that was in the museum. Kite was still conscious but the wound wasn’t hardly a mosquito bite and blood was seeping through his shirt from the wound which made him laugh a bit. "Pathetic.. after all that time in that demon’s personal hell, training me, all the magic in the world that could have done me in and my fate is decided by something like this. “ he said to himself breathing through the pain, was prepared to meet his maker, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching him from the direction he remembered seeing the man before he was shot but it was when the man started to speak again that he knew his assumption was correct, “ Did you hear that? Now that was true art. What a beautiful sound! The boom, the zing and of course the sound of my little buddy piercing skin.. now you know how wrong you were to be in a place as blasphemous as this you ignor…” he seemed to be going on a tangent and Kite’s patience was so thin he was a second away away from asking from asking the man to finish him, the last thing he wanted in this world was to have this man’s voice be the last thing he heard. Kite’s vision started to blur a bit, even faded out to black as events unfolded in front of him, the shape of a large beast leap over head and stood in between the injured Demon Slayer and the madman, the flash of red leaning over him and he smiled at the blurred vision of the redheaded beauty from earlier which prompted Kite to speak but in a whisper "Now that is a sight I would have no problem being my last.“. The man with the large cane smiled “Oh lookie here, a loud mouth with a beautiful woman and a large beast, what a perfect combination to perform true art” he said as he locked on with his cane to shoot past the animal to hit the red head. Kite ould have helped if he could but a sharp shooting pain could be felt throughout his entire pectoral muscle forced him to focus on what was happening which was the redhead digging into the wound on his chest trying to located the round that was lodged there, she even apologized and admitted that she wasn’t a professional, Kite winced and grunted as he felt her fingers tighten around the projectile which but smiled "That’s...n..no problem. “ he managed to blurt out before the piece of metal was ripped from his chest, he wanted to scream from the pain but he clenched his teeth as he sat upright. The demon slayer withstood the pain as best as he could and even went as far to heat up his hands with his white flames and place a finger in the wound to cauterize it to prevent bleeding from continuing. "but I think I would much rather have a good looking woman safe my butt then some old quack of a professional.“ he said as he brought himself to his feet smiling to enforce his humor but it vanished as quick "I owe you one…. I’m sorry miss but I never did get your name. Mines Kite. “ he said looking to exchange a brief introduction before getting to work.
Kite released his aura, let his white flames spread from his body behind him, flooding the museum in an intense heat that everyone could feel "As for you freaky art guy. You decided to dance with the wrong Devil. “ he said to the man who managed to get his butt to higher ground, on top of an information board that was too high for the tiger to continue attacking if it had done so. “Ah so the loud mouth is a hot head instead, How amazing it will be to kill you again, true art has never been so much fun!” he said taking up aim at Kite once more. "I may be a hot head, but something you didn’t know might peak your interest. “ The man waved his cane back and forth an amusement at the words he had heard “oh and do tell, what is it that I didn’t know.” he said taking the bait. "Just that the subject of your art is The Flame Demon Slayer of Sabertooth and you pissed him off! “ he shouted but upon hearing the name of one of the most powerful guilds in the land he retook his aim and looked to shoot Kite down again and pulled the trigger just as Kite began to speak "Not this time! Flame Demon’s Rage! “ he shouted once more but this time let his jaw hang open and fired it at the man crashing into the board beneath him and catching him in the heat causing him to be buried beneath the debris of what was once the sign. He sat up and took aim at the red head thinking she would be an easier target and distraction from the Demon slayer while he attacked or tried to escape.
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