Leaving the relative safety of his barrier, which degraded into a pile of mossy plant matter once he was gone, Akio showed himself just in time to get a threat launched in his direction. With furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips, he raised his arms to his sides in a questioning manner. They remained up, but soon fell and slapped into his sides, allowed to fall limp to emphasize his exasperation. Damn it, damn it, damn it. This wasn't what he'd been looking forward to after being dragged out of his nap. He could be elsewhere, helping people, doing something<span style="font-style: italic">productive</span>, but here he was surrounded by a bunch of screaming, powered-up morons who wanted to fight him and each other.<br/><br/>What a wonderful day this would be.<br/><br/>Nearing the gate, Akio made momentary eye contact with Hirohisha. Just looking at the guy in this state sent a chill down his spine, and when he started yelling at Raiden, Akio turned away and walked off to the edge of the road. If they were gonna be fighting each other there, he wanted to stay away from the two until they were done. Getting caught in the crossfire - or cross-slash, he guessed - never ended well. If they were gonna kill each other, fine, but they could do it away from him. When he reached his destination, he turned and started to sit down. From the ground, multiple branches erupted, forming themselves into the shape of an armed chair moments before he contacted them. Once seated, he crossed a leg over the other and watched.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>With an overly-stylish show, Hiroto pulled his club from the ground, wrenching the long spikes from their places buried beneath the dirt. With the weapon over his head, he spun it around a few times before letting it come to a rest on his shoulder. Everyone was leaving, that was good. Less things to smash, sure, but more freedom to do the smashing was more than welcome. He was about to head out and leave, until he heard a thump near him. He turned, seeing a lifeless dog near Senbonzakura. The giant's massive brows angled inward above his flame-like eyes, and his teeth were bared at the sight of it.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">You say no more threats, but then you take a life to threaten <span style="font-style: italic">us</span>? That creature was innocent. It did nothing to deserve that. Control your sorcery, or you're as dangerous to this town as the rest of these people.</span>" He spoke with a deep, but contained fury, and turned away from the man with a grunt. His walk out of the town was rapid, but not a dash, just a quick power-walk fueled by anger and desire to break skulls. The gate, if it were not still open, was forced to be with a straight-legged kick, and Hiroto turned to head to the edge of the road to seat himself. He just lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs, still taller than Akio, whom he plopped down next to. The kanabo remained over his shoulder, and his free hand gripped his knee.<br/><br/>The burning rage inside the half-oni would have to wait, but it would not fade. He still had to show these people what he was made of.