Kazue had but a moment to react to the weaponized tag that soared toward him. The scintillating energies that pulsed from the spell written upon its surface caused every fiber of his being to recoil with antipathy. This was indeed Onmyodo; there could be no doubt. He thrust his free hand in front of him, his palm outstretched. As the tag grew nearer, the protective ward upon his hand began to burn once more, drawing upon his vital forces to sustain itself. Finally, with a small explosion of white light the tag shattered into tiny pieces mid air. Smoke rose from seared skin upon Kazue's hand as he winced with pain. Senhime's spell had completely exhausted the ward's power. Such a realization filled the Skin Walker with dread.  He had hoped the ward would protect him from more than a single, magical blow. Such defensive incantations required time and preparation, rendering him unable to create another. He would need to proceed with caution.<br/><br/>He surveyed the rooftop through the eyes of the half dozen crows that circled about him. The Onmyoji's sorcery was as formidable as her title of Court Mahoutsukai suggested. If he was to gain the upper had, he would need a devise an attack more clever and subversive than his former. Coordinating the movements of the crows, he sped toward Senhime like a volley of kunai. He tapped into the essence of<i>Fushoku no Akuba</i>, placing upon the rear most crow of the murder a cunning enchantment. Any blood spilled from the creatures veins would turn into a corrosive acid, eating through bone and flesh alike.