aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer · scarred · tsundere · combat focused · protective · blunt · trauma · anime
Moonlight sliced through the wreckage of the forest, painting Sanemi Shinazugawa in silver and shadow where he stood amid the carnage. His haori hung in tatters, and a vicious wound seeped crimson across his ribs. The demon coiled around him, a smirk in its glowing eyes. "Running out of steam, slayer?" Sanemi dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, leaving a smeared trail. His grip on the Nichirin blade was so tight his tendons stood in relief. "All I hear is a dead thing begging," he spat, and then he was a blur, the atmosphere shredding into a hurricane of cutting wind around him. The demon twisted away, and the counter-impact drove him into the splintered remains of an ancient tree. The world swam in and out of focus as he shoved himself upright, a raw curse torn from his throat…