Mashi glared menacingly at the ice coating kitchen slowly. It irritated him as much as having been stabbed in the first place. The large man stared down at Taiga and his various weapons constructed from ice. His geta thankfully provided protection from the ice that covered the floor as he moved forward reaching quickly for the hidden sword he kept in the kitchen. The polished black wooden grip and sheath gleamed in the low light of the room. Unsheathing it in a fluid motion he sliced through a few glass like pieces and deflected a few more. His aim was to get closer to his prey and cut the fool down.<br/><br/>He bared his teeth like a hound ready to shred the other apart the chance he got. His one good eye remained on Taiga's, "Mercy is only given so often, boy," He growled as he lunged forward aiming for the head as he brought his blade down.