The werepire sighed at Yuki's response, as if he felt sorry for her or like she was hopeless. Glancing back at her, his eyes shot to her weapon, ready to swiftly step aside. He hadn't given Artemis much attention until that very moment.

that moment when his feet wouldn't move. They simply twitched in warning as if the ground around where he stood suddenly became a deadly pit. A pit with large stalagmites: like the pit he died in.

But there wasn't a pit. There was no reason not to move. Tatsumi forced himself to stumble out of the way with Yuki's swing leaving a nice cut in his arm.

A brief moment passed, maybe only a few seconds, but it felt like forever to Tatsumi. He was shocked. Not so much at being hit, but at the fact his body feared something. He didn't know fear and yet his body reacted like it did. The blood from his arm began soaking into his clothes. Once he notices, he smiles at the stain.

"Look at that! The blood adds a nice touch,doesn't it? I always knew the sleeves needed a little something."

Without looking towards Yuki, Tatsumi steps closer, sending a fist her way.