"Ah, alright then. I'm on it!" Momo nodded as she made off to where Amin was struggling against his own spook, taking with her the thirst for battle and the desire to win said battle. Once she reached the area Amin was, the first person she saw was none other than Glaive, the one who had tried countless times to beat her in an arm wrestling match in the past. "Oh, it's you who's behind it huh?" Momo said cracking her knuckles, and placed her hand on Glaive shoulder to stop his advance. "Alright, Glaive. Party's over." The oni told the spook in a stern tone. Momo knew that Glaive was a powerful fighter, both she and him shared the same style of battle and thus were often thought of to be rivals. This would be no ordinary battle if Glaive proved to resist her hold onto him...<br/><br/>The black ooze Amin had thrown began slithered off, trying to relocate the main body of Kuro Puurin so it could rejoin it's parent once more.