He ran a hand through his hair and flicked the blood from Yamato with a contented sigh, watching the corpses of the demons splinter and dissolve into nothing. You stood a few meters away, your own weapon of choice drawn as you cautiously approached, noting the fading scaling pattern and clawed style of his hands as the features gave way to his regular appearance. He turned and spotted you, ignoring your own visible demonic traits as he poised Yamato and firmly asked: "Are you friend or foe?"