Kazue gazed at the Onmyoji with furious indignation. Despite the howling wind and bloodshed surrounding her, Senhime appeared completely unfazed. Her cold, steely expression sent shivers down his spine. She held securely between her fingers what appeared to be slips of paper. A paper construct, animated by some unknown power rested upon her shoulder. Senhime's reputation as a sorceress had not eluded him, though as to the full scope of her magic Kazue could only speculate. Something sinister, yet eerily familiar emanated from the blade at her side.  It reeked of the same demonic taint that blighted the rice paddies of Hanto and Mizu. Such power always came at a hideous price; Kazue wondered whether Senhime truly knew what manner of creature she served.<br/><br/>He hooked a thin rope to the handle of his dagger. The blade, summoned from<i>Kami no Tochi</i>, had long been his preferred weapon in battle: a brilliant, ghostly manifestation of his will. He thrust his arm forward, hurling the blade toward the Onmyoji. He twirled the rope to and fro as it grew taut, causing the blade to dance about, striking multiple times from different angles as though the rope and dagger were an extension of his own arm.