It was a curious thing, what you let slip when you were so busy regurgitating an adhesive solution from your bottomless stomach. Important work to be sure, and it was most definitely necessary when you needed to patch together such delicate and foreign material. It was the only material on earth likely, that spew from his gut, that could do the job! Important as it may be, it had caused Kavra a grave error. One that was only immediately apparent to him once he heard the chattering of the imps, a disturbance spreading through them like ripples through a pond. 

It carried from the cavern entrance, where a lone impish lookout noted their new visitor, and all the way back to Kavra through a chain of multicolored demonkin that carried news as well as their tiny clawed feet carried them. Having lookouts is essential, when your 'secret' and 'hidden' place is so plainly open to the world.

Once the news reached Kavra, he knew immediately his mistake. His energy, running rampant, had led this intruder there. Quickly, it was snuffed, reduced to merely a sliver of its full amount. 

He cursed his mistake as he carefully pruned his hair and touched at his horns. Not wanting to be found did not mean you couldn't look your best for guests, especially when they'd come all this way for you afterall! "Uwahh.... This is absolutely dreadful. Well. Don't worry a wink, friends. I will handle this, koo, koo, koo... You... little muffins. Keep at work. I won't be but a moment!"

He broke upward from the only entrance to his ship that stood above water, revealing his smiling and shadowy eyed visage to the cavern ceiling above, and to the single hole and path that served as an entrance to this above water cavern. With a loose grin, agape and allowing the occasional flicker of a yellowed tongue to lick at his lips, he drifted upward in flight. To survey the whole, and laze carelessly by its exit, leaning and waiting for his guest to arrive. 

When his new friend, Raijin, did spot him, he would receive a wave of individual fingers, coyly bidding him welcome. "Well! Hello there! I hate to say it... but I was not expecting guests! I hope you didn't expect me to be dolled up for you... koo, koo...", He pouts, really looking quite sad that he wasn't ready to be dazzling for his cavern invading company.

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"Now now now.... If I'm hiding out here... in a hidden seaside cavern... Raijin Shinato.... Why would I want to give you my name? What possible reason would I, who so clearly loves to be alone..... koo koo koo...", he ran some weary hands over his blue body, stretching and popping at various intervals and connections. He was sore afterall. "Why would this lovely blue loner want to tell you his name? Or even let you past this entrance to begin with?" As he reached the end of his suite of stretches, he returned to his lax 'stack of loose laundry' pose against the wall, continuing to consider his newest entrant. 

"What... exactly.. brings you here? And dressed like that as well. You don't seem like some beach goer who wandered off the beaten path... koo, koo... You seem like someone who's looking for something. And, stud, if you're looking for me, you'd know my name. But if you aren't looking for me... why and how did you exactly end up in this very specific cavern." 

"What. is. your. intention?" Each of his words was emphasized by a tap against the wall, and his expression grew more and more unimpressed with each passing moment. Clearly, he was not excited Raijin was here. And any false enthusiasm he had conjured from the beginning? Clearly just mocking the halfling.

Now, not that he currently knew that Raijin was a halfling. If he did that would be quite bad for the peaceful entrant. A Shinjin coming so close to a demons hidden domain... well. It was asking for trouble of somekind or another.

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It was very likely that Raijin would have no idea what would so suddenly set off the blue demon, but it began almost immediately after that crackling white lightning appeared before him. Something about that energy that the halfling at just presented sent the Kazabada demon into a a mighty tizzy. For, though Raijin may have been unaware, Kavra himself recognized the signature of the Shinjin anywhere. And now that his opponent had exposed it to him, there was only one logical conclusion in his mind, and it was that this man was here for a very specific reason.

Demon Hunting.

"So! That's why you're here then!", the demon spread wide, filling the dimensions of the passages exit  into the cavern below with his star shaped pose. Hands and feet pushed widely to either side, while the formerly petite and smooth neck of the demon began to bulge and distort wildly, followed by the cheeks filling up with some sort of barely contained substance. And then, when he cracked his fanged mouth open suddenly, it came violently pouring out. A miasma of black fog, heading towards the only exit that it could find, up and out. Towards the open air behind Raijin it carried, covering him in its torrent of suffocating and terribly potent weight and scent. It reeked of a distinct rot and an uncomfortable sense of closeness accompanied it. 

If it weren't enough that this horrid and pungent cloud of ill intent were spilling over Raijin, trying to invade his every pore and orifice like some sort of violent living force, it would become substantially worse when the sudden sound of a deep and sharp exhale broke through comparative silence of spreading mist. A second fume had broken its way through the original, one much more violently colored. 

While the last had seemed intent upon invasion and theft of some precious resource of Raijins, this one was pure blind malice. This pinkish red, blood tinged cloud of malignant and malevolent energy pierced through the original like a spear, forcing a trail of black to taint the tropical sky above, and colliding into Raijin like it was expertly aimed. Which it was. This cloud didn't wave over Raijin, threatening to crush him with its aura and drift off with his power... this one was seeking only a specific destruction. It burned and stung, as if it intended to rip those previously invaded pores and hairs that covered the halflings skin. It was the feeling of awaking from a terrible nightmare, only to find as you jerked upward, your skin had frozen to some bed of hellish ice. You awakening peeled it like a fruit. 

But the bloody fog did not hold the same lasting power as the black cloud which still remained and lingered in both the cave entrance and the sky above, and it faded shortly, though the memory of the pain it brought with it did not. 

If Raijin had any hope that he was done with this invasive and obscuring assault, he would be sorely disappointed at the sound of a deep and threatening inhale that heralded the return of the black smog. It rained down against his back, and returned to its point of origin with a single and driven purpose. Swallowed back into the demons maw, Raijin was finally free of the presence of those terrible afflictions, if not the curses they would leave behind. 

Revealed for a short moment was Kavra, the demon confidently standing in a power of power and murderous intent. In his left hand, and then in his right, tossed back and forth as it was, he brandished a blade. A Jian. That, those paltry few facts, were all Raijin would be able to make out, before the demon propelled itself along the walls, his blade alighting in flame and making an express trip towards the man's throat. And if that lunge did not do to hit the Shinjin Halfling in anyway, the low sweep towards his legs surely might. The demon had dropped down like some sort of distorted cave dwelling lizard, biting at the mans ankles with his flaming weapon of choice. 

Curious and disorienting assault it had been, no one could deny that every bit of it was filled with a lethal and murderous intent.

Whatever Raijin was, or represented, Kavra wanted it dead.

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