There is a belief that there are places guarded by Oni who would chase off all spirits who dare trespass. Places that had tiles with fearsome visages and holy grounds where monks turned Oni stood by as guards. This belief was true. However in a world where such beings existed yet were seen by so few it had fallen into disregard however it did not mean that these things held little effect anymore.
So much so that when she’d entered this strange place the first thing the Oni had done was chase off an oozing black spirit who reeked of malicious intent. Yuugi had lost it within the mazes of tall buildings and neighborhoods when it had suddenly lurched somewhere else, but Oni were persistent beings and she’d gone hunting it down.
Hunting it down while it too hunted another, a tall lanky young man who seemed to be mightily aware of his situation.
The running was a bit of a hint.
Any other Oni may had forsaken him but even the great and fierce Hoshigumi Yuugi would not allow a malicious spirit its reign; the very presence of it aggravating her long buried protector instincts.
With a bellowing roar and thundering steps, the ground rumbling from her strength, she charged. Surprisingly agile she moved about the lanky boy into the oozing mass, elongated nails thrust into its being and for once the aged woman activated a power that saw so little use. Manipulation of all things supernatural, with it Yuugi had become capable of gripping this spirit and throwing it to the side.
Another roar and a strong flow of magic pooled into her being, access to the abilities humans had mastered to banish evil spirits like this, and in crude mockery of priests that had so tried to slay her with these power the woman banished the creature.
It took some time for the Oni to calm of course, her temper flared easily but she still had her reign over her actions at least. Yuugi took a shuddering breath before turning to the lanky boy, her face still scrunched up and teeth bared.
"You should know better than to run out without protection."
It’s meant to be a quip, a slight reprimand but the delivery perhaps isn’t all that spectacular with her current state.
The sudden demonic howl and roaring steps only make the already spazzing teenager to let out a more pathetic high-pitched whimpering noises combined with his quickened pants of breath from running so quickly, face contorted in fear. He can feel an ice cold shiver of panic run down his spine and he wills his long legs to continue running faster and faster, away from the malicious legion. In this state, Watanuki would not have realized something different about this situation; such as realizing that that gaseous ball never once roared like that, only making a bunch of a warbled distorted cries that still stay in his nightmares to this day. Or that this /thing/ has never once created footsteps, let alone thunderous stomps that could seemingly very well topple buildings.
Yet, the oncoming events happen too fast; Watanuki wobbling in his stride as the reverberations of the earth start to make lose his balance, causing him to gasp in surprise with a ‘whoo-oah!’ to try to maintain his balance. A sudden strong gale rushing by his side makes the student finally stumble on his back, sliding a few feet on the pavement.
That would definitely leave a mark.
Once the sting of the impact lessens, Watanuki opens his eyes to see the blurry spectacle in front of him, due only to his glasses being haphazardly moved on his face and angled awkwardly due to just lifting his head up, but it isn’t a sight he would forget even with blurred vision.
Right there in front of him is a rampaging silhouette, hurling the legion of malicious spirits around as if it was no more than a softball. Viewing the figure from behind even now as he straightens himself and sits upward to fix his glasses, he catches a long unruly blonde mane in the darkness of the moonless night, fighting the screeching entity with just her bare hands.
He continues to sit there, watching the other battle as if it was a scene straight out of a supernatural movie, complete with the posing as if she were an onmyoji banishing a spirit in literary works. Just like that and with an almighty battle cry that makes him sit paralyzed with fear, was one of the most obnoxious and terrifying things that haunt his life gone in an instant and when the creature began to turn towards him. Blind fear comes back in a chilling sensation throughout his body, causing him to stand there quaking and stammering at the question asked.
Any minute now, and he’ll be able to finally form a coherent sentence before he gets pulverized next or eaten. Thankfully his wits come to him in a snap.
"I-I didn’t mean t-t-to! I-I mean I d-didn’t expect for a-anything to hap-ppen but…"
That was a lie. Yuuko, his employer, has warned him time and time again to go with someone on a moonless night for that’s when youkai like to strike when its easier to conceal. He was being stubbornly defiant and skeptic, ironically enough with all he’s seen in his life.
His sentence dies off as he takes in the full appearance of the figure in front of him; the imposing height that can, in his mind, make Doumeki dwarf in comparison, a feral look in her eyes, (he has noticed it was a ‘her’ after his eyes caught a tall-tell sign) two words came to mind.
"It was an emergency!"
Of what, he couldn’t say right now until he calms down enough. Though thankfully, Watanuki finally manages to explain though his voice laden with the high pitched fervor that was present earlier. An arm of his comes up half way in a defensive gesture.