Re: By the stage
Subjugated and yearning under the spell of the hearth, having had her satisfy at the yama king's table, oh and bartering her black lotus soul, the abandoned path of a thousand whispers and the newly appointed Akuma were springy and brimming to overflowing with an unearthly delight after dead-man-walking had failed to dart the bulls eye.
No thought was put into it, no comprehension of who was around, who was watching, what may be the consequence. The yomi-spawn had clumsily tapered away from the strike out, woozy as he if not more so, and monitored the regaining of his balance (shockingly swift.) the way a black cat watches a mouse hole.
The Geisha of the Abyss stole as quick a taunting hit as she could, aimed for a thing she couldn't really see in the strobe... maybe his chin? A temple? Whatever it was really hurt her hand. A lot. And it actually made her scream.