Weilding the bells

The sound of Saraneth rang out as Kintaru's Charter spelled sword slashed into the neck of the Fifth Gate Rester before him. "Get you gone, beyond the Ninth Gate, into final death," he cried out as the Dead body before him disintegrated. The sword slashed out to the side, intersecting the neck of a Creeper as it slashed downward. He sang out, runes burning into view in front of him as the bell rang out once more. A stream of fire lashed out, slamming into the Creeper. "You're gone too." He shook his head, and sheathed his sword. The ashes that were all around, were surprisingly not on his sword. The sword was just as bright as normal.

Saraneth and Ranna tinkled softly as Kinta whirled. The red eyes and pitch black shadow didn't even phase him. There were creatures in the Ninth District that made this one seem like a kitten. "What might you be? ANOTHER denizen of Death?" Ranna was put away, and his sword rang as he drew it once more. "If so, you don't belong here."

Kintaru nodded. He slipped Saraneth back into it's sheath, over his breastbone. However, the sword remained in his hand, as he traced a few Charter marks in the air in front of him. A soft glow appeared over his head, growing brighter every second, until the clearing was bright as day. "Why don't you show yourself, then? If you aren't a denizen of Death, then you have nothing to fear from me."

Kintaru raised an eyebrow. His mind reached out, and picked up a minor Dead aura on this one. Half-vampire. He swore mentally. "There. That's better." The light slowly dimmed, leaving the light a soft glow that made Kinta look a bit like an avenging angel, with the sword still in his hand.

Kintaru smiled. "Huh? Oh, the sword. Sorry." He put the sword into its sheath, but didn't fasten the clasp that held it in. "And there was no need to pull your hood back. I already knew what you are. Your aura pretty much told me that you are a half-vampire. There's no need to tell me."