[color=ed1c24]“Sir, Sir!”[/color] A group of orange, tiny men ran into the security room - their little legs hustling hurriedly toward him. [color=ed1c24]“There’s a situation upstairs, there’s a…I don’t even know what to call it. A dragon? A man? It’s attacking us!” 
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[color=f7941d]“Yeah, I see it.”[/color] The man sitting at the monitors noted, his hand slashing the air to change images. The security feed shifted to different angles. Then the voice boomed through them, a sound of challenge - a sound of familiarity, in some ways. Something deep in him resonated with the voice, recognized it from some distant, long-forgotten memory. [color=f7941d]“Tell the men to stand down, they can’t handle this fight.” [/color]

Long, thin fingers wrapped around the hilt of a large, oversized sword and swung it over his back - locking it in place with a [b]string of souls[/b]. His gray eyes turned upward, toward the courtyard looming stories above the deep bunker. Technically it was part of the factory, those here lacked the intelligence to understand the doorway through realms. 

He turned once again to the consoles, to the vaguely familiar man. [color=f7941d]“I know you, I swear I do. From where?”[/color] He stepped through the door forlorn, not knowing how he knew the man or why he felt so familiar to him - to a part of him buried deep. Vanishing through the shadows, he shifted his consciousness through them - flowed along the dark pathways of the[b] Jigoku[/b]. 

Materializing once more, he stood in the open courtyard where the other assaulted - looking at him head on. [color=f7941d]“I am the champion you crave, Sir Dragon. I’m not fully understanding why you decided to attack here, but if that’s what you want - then I suppose the only thing I can do is fight you in his place.” [/color]

He reached up to wrap his hand around [b]Gekimetsu[/b], pulling the [i][b]Lord of Shadow[/b][/i]s free of the souls binding it - feeling the power flood in to him, through him. The darkness of his veins reflecting the darkness in his heart. The shadows pulsated rapidly as the sword pulled from his back. His gray eyes darkened. [color=f7941d]“If you wish to die, then who am I to dissuade you?”[/color] The sword touched the ground, and the concrete shattered under the sheer weight of it - though he moved it effortlessly.