The feline smirked from behind the Kabuto and turned to view the creature adressing him, his soul was seething with the hatred that seemed to indicate some kind of malevolent spirit beyond the mask. The weapon that was still residing in the scabbard was quickly relocated in his right paw, as a second blade appeared from another scabbard. Both paws bore a weapon, the thrice folded weapons that had belonged to him since his birth, his Daisho... "Is it me that you are speaking to, if yes, then call me Azrael.... And I will fight...."