Barbara
*Power.*

*That was what he had strived for. And now he had it. But like a vampire tasting blood, he wanted more. He knew of his own strength, yet he was not able to truly display it. He had taken on a group of Uzhi, but it's not like they were deadly. He was easily able to sunder stones and trees, but he had yet to test it in a true fight. There was that one titan, as well as that odd armored figure. But those were merely appetizers, nothing that would really get his name on the walls of the bounty board. Apparently, he had a long way to go before he could even reach the infamy of Artoria Dax. Despite his disliking of magic, he had to admit; the kitsune's magic was more than capable of wiping out entire teams of mercenaries, though even the most powerful mage was still fragile under their magic. If he recalled correctly... She had taken oil to the chest? Odd. But not of his concern.*

*The crimson demon would have been at a nearby bar, several mugs of sake already consumed. The bartender should have asked for pay, but Oshikuru had already punched someone in the face, knocking them out. Help was bound to be on the way...*
Cathy
*Oshikuru sat at the bar, downing pints of sake by the minute. The inn wasn't even sure if they could continue to supply the man with sake, lest they actually create a deficit of what was supposed to be profit; someone would have to tell him to stop, but his figure was just too intimidating to converse with. No, everyone was just too scared of the man before them: this bar wasn't theirs anymore. It was his.*

*Suddenly, a gang of 8 brayers came busting through the door. They all spread throughout the bar, though one of them pointed at the bartender:*

"A barrel of sake for me! And... 2 more for the others to share! Get it out, or we'll kill you where you stand!"
Barbara
"Sake, eh?"

*The red demon turns around, his bloodred helmet now in his left hand. These brayers were trying to take _his_ sake? No no no, not on his watch.*

"As if you could ever kill me. If you want sake, you'll have to take it!"

*Oshikuru quickly downs another jug of the rice wine, as if to taunt the beastkin in front of him.*

"I've fought brayers before. Nothing special. Their horns make great trophies, you know?"
Cathy
"HUH??!!! You've got a screw loose or anything? Or are you just fucking stupid?"

*The brayer who shouted for sake took heavy steps forwards, purposefully stomping the ground to make himself seem more intimidating. He got face to face with Oshikuru, pointing his finger at the oni's eye.*

"I'LL FUCK YOU UP! DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU LOBSTER-SKINNED SON OF A BITCH!" 

*The brayer spat at Oshi as he spoke, a clear provocation for a fight. The veins on his forehead twitched and bulged, his face turning a slight shade of red.*

"I WILL FUCK YOU OVER LIKE A PIG! DO NOT MESS WITH ME YOU FUCKE-"
Barbara
*The demon lets out a small laugh.*

"You think you, a mere animal, bound by the weaknesses of flesh, can defeat me? An oni? I have caved in skulls with my mere fist, and to yours, I shall do the same! Come at me! Show me what you got, you cow!"

*Oshikuru gets into a fighting stance, ready for the stupid brayer to come charge him.*

"Or are you too cowardly?"
Cathy
*The brayer let out a loud scream, then tried to kick Oshi straight in the stomach. No one else moved but him, for all the other brayers were watching the fight break out. They expected their leader to win.*
Barbara
*The brayer kicks. Interesting. The demon simply raises his knee to check the kick, the ball of the minotaur's foot only finding hard, strong bone.*

"Come on. Is that it? I barely felt anything!"
Cathy
*The brayer was surprised for a moment, but let out another scream. This time he launched himself at Oshikuru, wanting to take him down in a tackle.*
Barbara
*A tackle? Now that was more Brayer-like. Perfect. Oshikuru's leg raises up, soon finding itself right in between the brayer's legs. The demon's foot is swung directly into the brayer's groin, inevitably causing permanent damage. He would then watch as the brayer fell to the floor in pain.*

"What was that? 'Kill me'? Look at you, nothing but a piece of tenderized meat."