<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shizuru, Demon Samurai Bartender</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Main Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bartender, Everyone<br/><br/>Shizuru was slightly surprised when the foxboy ran by, nicking two samples of blood from her and another in the process. The resulting spell from the kid raised her brows quite a bit. She'd never seen blood magic before, only heard of it. For as long as she'd been alive she'd come to understand that the practice was quite rare and dangerous. There were other uses for demonic or angelic blood, so this type of magic didn't pop into her mind when Marc asked her to give up a sample. She had to admire the potency of the spell, though. Of course, she'd never tell the kid that. The demoness raised her cup and let the bartender pour her a drink as he returned to his post, her eyes flicking over the battle raging on in front of them. The bar seemed to be largely ignored after the initial round of gunfire, though the occasional hoodlum or zombie that decided to roam their way were quickly repelled by the demoness and burly bartender.<br/><br/>"You know, I'm on their side when it comes to destroying this place, but I can't abide by wasting good booze," she remarked, lifting the cup and taking a slow sip. As the orc asked for a drink, she turned and waited for him to raise his cup before pouring a little. At his comment she responded, "I'd imagine so. Longer than it has to be. We should be able to beat them pretty soundly but they're too disorganized out there," turning to the fight again, she continued while watching, "I suppose I'll have to go kill that demon myself. Shame. I hate to waste my sword on him. What a pain."<br/><br/>Shizuru hopped off the counter and set her cup carefully aside, then started striding through the chaos over to where the pinstriped demon was picking himself up off the floor, garish suit hanging in tatters. She paused, lifted her left hand and in it fell her sheathed sword, which appeared in a small fireburst. It was surprisingly plain. One might expect a demon to wield something adorned with demonic symbols, bones, skulls, dark ornamentation of that sword. Koryu, as she called it, was a simple sword with a handle wrapped in red with a plain black sheath. As she drew it, the flawless blade gleamed in the light and trailed faint wisps of red energy, signifying the demonic power imbued in the weapon, allowing it to cut through flesh both mortal and supernatural. The demoness turned and raised her sword, pointing it at the rough-looking demon.<br/><br/>"I think it's time for you and your crew of misfits to leave, and take that eyesore of a suit with you. Really, you'd be doing me a favor. It's going to be a bore having to kill you all myself."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Koryu</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Katana2.jpg)<br/>(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Katana-1.jpg)<br/>(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Katana3.jpg)</div></div></div>