Shion, bleeding profusely, grimaces as each painful breath wracked his body.

The faintest vibrations in the air alert him to an approaching figure, his heightened senses cutting through the darkness he is perennially shrouded in. 'Tenza?' he thought. The familiar rhythm of that Tao is unmistakable.

"Tenza, even when wounded, I still can't escape your clumsy gait. Stay back," he rasps with a bitter chuckle, "This is my fight to finish." His fingers close back around the hilt of his katana.