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"Good. Now I know what to write upon your gravestones. However, there might not be much of you left after I've eaten my fill." he stated, studying Kiba.
His gaze traveled up and down the others body. It would be a shame to destroy someone so handsome but he had brought this on himself. Komizu always felt the need to make an example of those that came after him. It was to ward off any other future pursuers. It would be a little strange to eat a dog but he was curious as to how it would taste. He raised one sword to point it at Kiba.
"You said that you were sent to kill me? Is this a standoff between killers, then?" he asked.
Just one step. If Kiba took just one more step then Komizu would attack. Any closer would be too close for the Samurai.
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"Your eyes kinda remind me of something. It's a look I've seen before, like the half open eyes of a head that's been chopped off. Still a little moist and you can't quite tell where they're lookin'. So I've gotta wonder, are you alive or dead?"
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