The group that swarmed around Musashi was no more than five, but she was relatively small in comparison to just one of the Lusts. Their numbers did not make her nervous, but knowing that there was no death to bring already being in hell did make her feel worried. Musashi paced in a circle as she surveyed her opponents. Their laughs taunting her. She waited until the first one came at her to strike before leaping toward the entity and pushing herself off the scythe to jump onto a Lust just higher up. Gripping onto its ragged robes, Musashi clawed her way up its chest and hopped off of its shoulder toward the rod of another opponent's curved blade.<br/><br/>Her long tail wrapped itself tightly around the neck of the Lust she had jumped off of as she managed to get a good grip onto the pole of the scythe. As Musashi had suspected, the Lust tried shaking the little demon off of its weapon. It yanked and pulled, accidentally swinging Musashi and the Lust her tail had. Her hostage gripped at his neck trying desperately to get away and as they were swung around, Musashi decided to allow the Lust to be free. Releasing the entity from her tail sent it spinning into a different Lust.<br/><br/>The scythe Musashi grasped momentarily stopped as the Lust had to take in what he had just caused to happen. It was all the little demon needed. Musashi pulled herself up and jumped at the lust's face. Digging her small claws into his cheeks, She bit him on the nose and scrambled higher to leap off of his head and glide off of him past the rest of the crowd. When she assumed it necessary, Musashi dived the rest of the way and squeezed her way into a crack on the side of platform raised a few feet from the ground.