Jurai grinned at Shizuru as the demon general sheathed her blade, doing the same to his wakizashi. "Very well. Let's do this again some time." he said with a smile and a wink. As demons rushed in to cover Shizuru's escape (not that they needed to, Jurai had no intention of pursuing her), Jurai stepped in, catching the spear of one of the demons and swiftly disarming him, immediately sweeping with his new spear to make some room before dispatching the demons around him with quick, skillful stabs and slashes. With all his nearby opponents dead, Jurai picked up his sword from the ground and began running to meet up with Fiona and the other soldiers organizing the retreat.<br/><br/>Though they had lost the battle, Jurai did not consider this a total loss... after all, he had gotten to fight with the general, and perhaps more importantly, he had seen her fight. Therefore, thanks to his power, he had learned her fighting style, adding her own skill to his own. There next battle would go quite differently.<br/><br/>Finally Jurai made it to Fiona and the others. "Fiona, is everyone ready to leave? We don't have a lot of time." he urged. It was only now that Jurai began to notice his own wounds, grimacing slightly from the pain, but showing no other signs that he was impaired. Jurai was a tough bastard, and could probably continue fighting for days on end before these injuries became a problem, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.