[The beastly shadow reminds him of the Demon King's sister, and the ghostly hands that she commands in combat. He never feared her for her powers--on the contrary, he thought she was a wretch--and he doesn't fear this either.
That lack of fear doesn't stop the shadow from landing a hit on him.]
Gh-!!
[The shadow's teeth hurt a little more than one might expect from something so incorporeal-looking, if you ask him. He staggers and then rights himself, his eyes burning.]
You are naive to think my life will be ended so easily! I cannot afford to die at your miserable hands!
[...This really has escalated quickly, hasn't it? He knows a death in this world wouldn't be permanent, but logic has long since left the building. All that's left is emotion; white hot rage.
Mitsunari doggedly continues on the offensive, this time unleashing a flurry of quick strikes.]
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That lack of fear doesn't stop the shadow from landing a hit on him.]
Gh-!!
[The shadow's teeth hurt a little more than one might expect from something so incorporeal-looking, if you ask him. He staggers and then rights himself, his eyes burning.]
You are naive to think my life will be ended so easily! I cannot afford to die at your miserable hands!
[...This really has escalated quickly, hasn't it? He knows a death in this world wouldn't be permanent, but logic has long since left the building. All that's left is emotion; white hot rage.
Mitsunari doggedly continues on the offensive, this time unleashing a flurry of quick strikes.]