Enriel and Azazel spread out, moving to either side of Dimitraeus. It was pretty well known that Dimitraeus was damned good with a blade. It helped that for the last century or so he'd been fighting Jasaiah. The multi-thousand-year-old kitsune had been more than damned good with a blade. So of course Dimitraeus spent about fifty years learning the uses of martial arts and the use of a katana. Shisu was that katana, a blood red-hilted blade with onyx engraved in the hilt. The blade was magicked, for obvious reasons, since he was the reaper of purgatory. Rage coiled beneath his veins, filling him with purpose. He was livid. He'd spent two centuries collecting his fucking baubles, and now they were gone. Destroyed.<br/><br/>"I am going to enjoy this," he hissed. Enriel laughed. "What, are you butt hurt? I bet you have a sore ass after being fucked by Kane." Dimitraeus just laughed back at him. "Am I supposed to be insulted by that? I know I reek of him. I am his whore, his slut, his fuck toy, his consort, his concubine. Whatever makes you sleep better at night. Is that why you destroyed my home? Jealous you didn't have his big cock rammed inside you?" Enriel snarled and made the first move. Dimitri raised his leg to kick him back while raising the blade over his head to block Azazel's attack from behind.