Well, even though the battle was done, it wasn’t like his wounds had healed at all. It still felt like Buddha had given him the Monkey King treatment, and his arm was still busted. Half his vision was still gone, and he was still drenched in blood, but regardless, the Oni could still tense and narrow his remaining useable eye at the presence of two new individuals. A colorful being that almost looked like a proper dragon, if not for its feathers and lack of gravitas, as well as a somewhat familiar one.
“I was speaking to myself, serpent,” Arata replied, relocating his dangling arm with an audible pop and a groan,
“Though the sentiment is appreciated.”Another crick and crack, as he pushed his hands against his back, pushing it straight, before he turned to the demon thing next. Catching the satin sheets and wrapping them around his body in a vaguely robe-like fashion, Arata nodded with a bit of gratitude, before pulling a dragon scale out of his cheek. He examined it in the moonlight, before storing it in the folds of his robes. A good souvenir from a good battle.
“Well, I’ll admit that, currently, I’m not in the best of shapes,” he shrugged,
“And I thank you for your gift, but…”The oni’s body tensed, his eyes hardening. Then, he let it go.
“…nevermind, actually! Thanks a lot, kid! For now though, I think I'll be eating everything now. Never did get my drink either.”He walked off, heading towards the Ball. There was no date, and he wasn’t exactly planning on bleeding on the dance floor, but after a good fight and a beautiful moon, it was going to be nice, drinking and eating his fill.
@floodtalon@Iatos