Renji slipped easily around the second cat as it sprang; the cat seemed so slow, it was suspended in the air. He turned, snapping his sword around. Zabimaru's links stretched out again, wrapping around the animal. Renji pulled the sword back with an effortless flick.

All that hit the ground were pieces of flesh.

Renji pulled Zabimaru back to his katana form and gave the blade a practiced flick to clear it of any blood before sheathing it again.

He sauntered to meet Daemon at the middle of the mess. A spray of blood decorated his right cheek. "Two," he said, then inspected the scattered remains Daemon had left in his wake. "Messy, but stylish."