<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">"Ah but you chose a new model that was electric instead of an old fashion on," He growled. The ice in his blind spot was a pain in the ass in more ways than one but he kept up right and mastered the ice by spreading his stance, "A knife against a sword? I give you credit for being ballsy."<br/>
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He crept forward knowing the other would hit the bottom step on the far side of the kitchen that lead up to a still closed glass and screen. He could take his time and play with his prey. He didn't mind it in the least. The sword's blade began to glow a soft orange as the electricity channeled through it heated it more. Just as the other reached the step he lunged again aiming for that head once more. <br/>
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Mashi in his heart of hearts didn't want to kill the boy. It wasn't because he cared but because he had spilled enough blood in his life to fill his hot spring. Those deaths haunted him just as he knew Taiga's would if he did it by his own hand. </span>