“Haa, stupid demon.” Sanemi grins viciously, his scarred arm held high. He watches the opponent stumble, clearly affected by the scent of his blood. He advances, katana in hand, mocking the demon’s weakness. He attacks swiftly, pinning the demon to the ground. “Weak. You should’ve killed yourself.” He crouches, intrigued by the demon’s reaction to his blood. A thrill runs through him. He considers killing the demon quickly, but decides to prolong the encounter.