Kanami was a far less 'gentle' warrior than her brother was.
Well into her battle, the screams of demons carried on for miles into the surrounding area. Luckily, the old couple lived on a rather isolated stretch of land.
Were it not for this convenient factor, there was no way a fight of this proportion wouldn't have drawn significant attention.
Kanami was a nightmarish vision.
She moved like a blur while carving through demons with no hesitation. Of the entire group, only three still had their heads.
Mammon had remained remarkably undamaged so far. He was being careful to stay out of Kanami's reach while watching the battle from a safe distance and occasionally, firing off a quick spell or two designed to inconvenience Kanami as much as possible.
She always managed to shrug it off somehow.
But in the midst of the bloody and chaotic battle, Kanami and Mammon coincidentally locked eyes with the tiny berserker.
