Momo looked down to the red guard and gave him a toothy smirk, she recognized his attire and immedieatly wanted to go apeshit...but restrained. If she managed to catch him...she had something special in store for him. "So, just chillin' here I see." Momozono remarked to the red guard casually with a smile. Then, without a single warning, the oni threw her hand out and grabbed the guard by the shoulder, the muscles in the oni's arms swelling as she tightened her hold on the gaurd. Momozono's grip was unbelievably strong and it was clear that, if given further effort on her part, she could break some bones if she squeezed any harder than she did now. "You know, I have beef with you, little man...Ya got some real chutzpah to show your face to me again..." The face she once wore around the ship, the one that spoke of only a jovial oni, was immedieatly washed over by the feral paint of a bloodthirsty grin. Momo was fully embracing her past life as a demon and was willing to do so even further if given the motivation...