[ Bizarre little thing. A walking contradiction is a god of death? Absurd. Still, he keeps chuckling to himself even as he pushes her away and yanks the spear from his chest. Another jet of blood spurts out from the motion, but he moves his rapidly healing fingers, bones crunching and popping as they slide back into place, into intricate hand signs. ]
No need...heh.
[ The hole in his chest seals up just as quickly as it opened. Nothing but clean, smooth skin beyond the red-spattered kimono on his person. ]
You already claimed me once, but it'll take more than a single stab to do so again.
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No need...heh.
[ The hole in his chest seals up just as quickly as it opened. Nothing but clean, smooth skin beyond the red-spattered kimono on his person. ]
You already claimed me once, but it'll take more than a single stab to do so again.