Shirozo laid on the ruins of his lost battle, the pain of an arrow in his shoulder finally beginning to numb as he stares up at the dark sky of night. A once proud and feared demon king! Skull Crusher!Bone Breaker! The Blue Death! Now laid injured and probably soon to be dead...what a fate.

That is until he hears footsteps approaching from the forest to the south. "Coward...only a maggot hides in the shadows when facing his enemy, even if injured. Face me properly and with honor!" He snarls.