Ishin growled violently at the brash attitude Knight had taken all of the sudden. He was admittedly one of the more…flashy…of the 8th Ward, and despite Ishin’s requests…he would incessantly call attention to the Ghoul World. Ishin both hated and respected the man under the mask. He was strong enough to be so vehemently violent against their prey and their hunters, but this strength also gave him a certain air of arrogance. The red haired ghoul growled before he looked down at the CCG closing in to Knight’s proximity. As much as he didn’t want to help, he had a duty as a sanctuary owner to the ghouls of the ward. His kagune rippled forth, ripping his skin and coating his arms in thick bands of multi-coloured RC cells. His wings hardened and crystalized, extending to their full span. The effect was the inhuman idea. A silent harbinger. A violent angel of death. He leapt down beside Knight and growled.

“You’re an idiot…but you will get your fight so long as you promise to be quiet for a few weeks after this” Ishin demanded before staking towards the CCG group that had arrived in front of him. Many were simply armed with Q-bullets, none of them attaché case wielding Doves. Except one. One that Ishin knew from the incoming Dove files. Ishin was so glad he had that simple connection to the CCG to allow him to know the Doves by name and face. He stood at his full, overbearing 6’2 feet and pointed at the group of CCG. His wings suddenly shifted, flicking a hail storm of crystal daggers at the CCG. Blood spewed from the few dumb enough to not protect their neck and Ishin blurred into the middle of them. Koukaku sharpened into deadly, sinister blades, he became a whirlwind of violence. The sounds of tendons ripping, muscles tearing, and bones snapping and breaking mingled with the gurgling cries of those unlucky enough to be dying from the initial onslaught of Ishin’s wings. Ishin drew himself to full height, eyes staring directly at the one eye of Morizumi “Ahh…the one The Clown told me about” he said, his voice echoing through his mask and sounding all too inhuman “Show me….SHOW ME THE QUINQUE YOU MADE FROM OGRE!” Ishin shouted loudly and fell into a crouch, his blades glistening with ruby red blood.