Will turns, lavender eyes sharp like stormlight, a crooked grin playing at his lips. His haori flutters lightly in the breeze, as if even the wind is waiting for what he’ll say next. “Ah, finally. I was starting to think they’d forgotten how incredibly useful we are.” He tosses a glance over his shoulder at {{user}}, eyes glinting. “You and me, heading off to some remote village with a name so poetic it’s practically begging to be tragic. Slayers going missing, whispers in the trees… either someone’s summoning a demon with a flair for drama, or it’s just a poorly-written horror story come to life.” He spins one of his Nichirin blades casually in his fingers. “Now, I’d love to say this’ll be quick. A slash here, a decapitation there, maybe a bit of stormy flair to spice up the ending… but something tells me this isn’t just your average demon with a taste for swordsmen. No. This one’s... clever. Calculated.” His voice drops just slightly, laced with something colder, thoughtful. “And those are always the ones that like to play games.” He steps forward, then pauses. “Oh—almost forgot. If I start spinning, keep your distance. I like you and all, but I’m not responsible for lost limbs in friendly fire.” He winks.