For all of her training, it was over in a flash.  The only thing she had had time for was to widen her eyes in shock.  She had watched it all unfold before her in slow motion.  His strong hand on her wrist making her let go of her blade and stumbling into Yurei.  It was comical at best, infuriating at least.  Now she felt anger, anger stopped by the vision before her.  She was seeing something that touched somewhere that had lay hidden and dormant for years.<br/><br/>It had to be her grandmother.  It brought a flood of memories of her mother.  Beautiful and strong, cut down before her eyes.  This woman was no different.  There was a fire within her that defied burning out.  The man would be her great grandfather.  He seemed to care and whatever had begun to uncoil within her suddenly tightened into an unyielding knot.  When the scene ended, she understood her origins but it did nothing.  Changed nothing.  Only her anger remained the same.<br/><br/>She had been holding onto Yurei the whole time, unconsciously needing comfort.  She released her friend and lifelong companion and stepped forward.  Her face was resolute and her entire being was wire taut.  As she spoke, she began to relax, all of her muscles becoming loose and smooth.  She released the tension of her body as she readied for battle.<br/><br/>"I am impressed.  But you were a fool not to have killed us.  What you show changes nothing.  The edicts of my parents or my ancestors are not my own in this moment.  Do you think I will be swayed by your illusions?  Nothing you show can be truth.  You have sorcery and it is great but nothing is truly immortal.  We know your kind can die and you shall die this day."  As she spoke, she brought her hand up as if she held the hilt of a blade and so she did.  She put up two fingers and touched it to the empty hilt and slid her fingers across.  It was as if the tips of her fingers painted the blade to life.  Sharp and deadly, the silver glinted wickedly as it appeared beneath her sliding fingers; a sound as if the blade was being removed from a sheath filled the air.  The blades length was half again as tall as she was.  "Can you hear the sound of your death, demon.  I can.  For not only are my blades sharp, they seem to suck the life from demons.  I am the White Demon Slayer."<br/><br/>She swept the blade out and down as she spoke and it cut the air with a musical twang.  she had given one of many names but for now, that one was appropriate.  "Make no mistake, we will not allow that to happen again.  You are full of stories, of pretty pictures.  Your words are meant to sway.  Tell me, since you are so fond of speech.  If you are so concerned with the world, why have you sat in the temple of your debauchery.  Surely you can create love as much as lust.  You feed on it, yes.  Would you not be stronger for the desire for love?  Yet you stay hidden, steeped in sex and false love."<br/><br/>Why did she continue to talk to him?  She should just kill him.  He had already humiliated them.  Something stayed her hand.  She tilted her head so she could see Yurei.  She had touched Yurei more than usual and even though it was cold from her shadowself, she still felt a warmth.  Yurei was not lost to her darkness as she feared and Chunyang would be there always to make sure that flame still burned bright.<br/><br/>With a slight shake of her head, she asked the other not to advance.  There opponent was strong and they needed to find a weakness.  She would die today if need be, but she had to know.  "Also, if we are perversions, than what is it that one demon and two clanswomen can do against thirteen Masters and an army of well trained assassins?"