tenth pact ❖ {s'blood}

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[A darkly-dressed blond moron stares at one of the high walls of the onsen.]

You think this place can hold me? Think again!

[He immediately begins attacking it with his saw-toothed sword, using moves that would shred any person or living thing. But they seem to bounce right off. More than once, he jumps up and attacks the wall in a flurry of fire, but it still doesn't work.

And Emil grows more frustrated.]

Let me out! LET— ME— OUT!

[He lets out a roar and goes practically feral on the wall, dark aura tangible, punching and kicking and screaming, and then-- a sickeningly red substance emits from his mouth in a scythe that splats against the wall, hissing. Only then does he stop and back off, gasping, blood dripping from his mouth.]

What... the hell... did you do to me?! Show yourselves, you little bastards!!

[ooc: ... He's kind of mad. Um. Beware? LMAO. Red rings and all of that. His also has a black band, for those sensitive to that kind of thing.]