Hahah. The Prince? Who the hell is that? Maybe Zangetsu remembered when he started this adventure. But now, he doesn't remember at all. All he knows is he is hungry, and this beast seems to have a particularly strong and tasty soul. Almost human! Strange, that. But not something he is thinking about right now. Right now he's trying to figure out how to get through the creature's thick hide.

But then there's more spiritual signatures, and these are certainly human. Fuck. More humans, here to spoil his hunt?! After those others had chased him away from the winged deer? He was not going to let go of his quarry so easily!

The maushunds rush him, biting into his skin with their sharp rodent teeth. Zangetsu releases the cockatrice to deal with the undead hounds, and he takes a big bite out of one of them in turn--

-- only to be met with a familiar taste like sawdust, or chewing on oak bark, like all the water was sucked out of his mouth at once. Foster's magic. The hounds are thrown off with a ferocious roar, but then Zangetsu is met with another onslaught. Strange purple fire that doesn't burn so much as it drains. Where it contacts his skin he can feel the energy being sucked out of his body, and his limbs getting heavy.

Well fuck.

He's not quite ready to give up, though; he raises his hand toward the group and forms a sphere of red and white swirling energy in his palm, then fires it in the form of a nuclear red beam accompanied by a unique sound