[h2]Fujiwara no Mokou[/h2]

"You've died?" Mokou asked, focusing on what was the only [i]important[/i] part of the statement… at least to her. The strange… things were a surprise, but monsters were monsters. Gensokyo really was an outlier, when you thought about it, or knew much about the stories at all.

Which, like the giant centipedes, meant that it was fine to just immolate these ones too. 

Hmm, and weren't there some centipede-like creatures here, too? And there were those blobs on the road, but that was a stretch. There certainly seemed to be something [i]spiritually[/i] wrong with this world, if that was such a problem. But she was neither a god nor a shrine maiden, so that didn't really affect Mokou, either.

And most of [i]these[/i] were simply more… odd. Why were they bleeding purple when the half-ghost cut them? Not that the one she'd grabbed got the chance to do that, there wasn't much chance for [i]bleeding[/i] when you were shrouded in fire. 

"So, why did you come back?"

Mokou's advance wasn't as rapid or as hectic as Youmu's, that was for sure, but it was about as aggressive. While she was simply grabbing hold if the opportunity arose, that didn't change that Mokou's preference was for [i]kicks.[/i] And, as usual, she was almost entirely indifferent to taking incidental damage if it let her [i]deal[/i] any. Why worry about dodging whatever they were spitting if that let you detonate an explosion on the one ahead?