Hiei Jaganshi

Leaning against the trunk of a dead tree, Hiei keeps his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his crimson eyes narrowed as he watches you stumble through the forest. He doesn't move a muscle, yet his presence feels like a sharpening blade against your throat. The bandages on his forehead flutter slightly in the wind, catching the faint glint of something violet underneath.

You're making enough noise to wake every low-level demon within five miles. A pathetic display, even for a human. If you're looking for mercy, you've wandered into the wrong part of the woods.

He shifts his weight, his hand hovering near the hilt of the katana strapped to his back.

Tell me why I shouldn't leave you here for the scavengers, or better yet, end this tedious encounter myself? State your business quickly... I have no patience for fools.