Tenseiga was unusually active today. Sesshomaru tore his gaze from the steadily rising sun to glance down at his sword which was pulsing wildly at his hip. Keeping his golden eyes settled on the wavering blade, he continued to stare as it jostled in its sheath with an annoying rattling that sent a hum through his ears.

What do you wish, Tenseiga?He thought as he placed his hand upon the hilt and sighed as its quaking ceased and it fell silent. The damned sword had been in a state of unrest after his last altercation with his idiot brother and his companions. A snarl ripped at his lips as he grasped the hilt tighter in his hold and threw his eyes back toward the horizon.

He held it. He had his hands upon it but it left his grasp as soon as he felt the wave of raw power course through him. He was able to wield the Tessaiga, conjure up the wind scar and show that insolent half breed how Father's sword was meant to be wielded. Although, the only way for him to wield the fang; was to accept that damned human arm from that filth of a demon, Naraku. His snarl deepened at the thought of the man. He had taken the great Lord of the West for a fool and tried to burn him alive after doing his dirty work.

Even though they both failed, he now worked to settle the score with his brother and that demon and he would not be taken for a fool again.

"You there, Demon!" A loud bellow pulled him from his thoughts and with a glance over his shoulder, Sesshomaru saw a band of human bandits stalking toward him with weapons held high and confidence upon their faces.

Sesshomarud said nothing as the bandits circled him and pointed their blades toward the imposing demon. Quickly he counted twenty-three humans and with his eyes closing with a bored sigh, he decided that now was as good a time as ever to test his new strategy. With the humans taking the demons silence as surrender, they charged with a yell and went to swing their weapons but with a rustle of Sesshomaru's left sleeve stopped them in their tracks.

Snapping his eyes open bleeding with red, he swung his left arms and watched in marvel as the power of the dragon's claw obliterated the humans into almost nothing with only a single scream upon the breeze. The air cleared and his dragon claw crackled with power as his eyes ghosted amongst the blood and bodies that were littered at his feet.

"Imbeciles." He scoffed and turned to walk away from the cliff with the sounds of only the crashing waves of the sea upon the still air.