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The exorcist made a few steps closer to the pair. Sekibanki felt very tense when looking at this human. He looked like the kind of man red-white would call if she had trouble. His weathered face in combination whith his long white hair and beard made him look beyond time itself. Forget mistaking him for a tengu - it was as if Soujoubou himself used Outsider magic to shorten his nose! Then, in his low, even voice, he spoke:

- You would better do what the kind officer tells you to do, Honma-san. Come quietly-

- Or else what? - the tanuki suddenly interups him.

-...or else... - the yamabushi quickly flicks his free hand, pulling out a spellcard - ...there will be nothing to arrest.

Sekibanki was speechless. The exorcist seemed to propose a way for the tanuki to go out fighting, a sporting chance if you will. But the way he presented that card... He held it with all of the fingers, with index and pinky completely bent, and his arm was straight in the elbow, showing the card directly to the opponent - which means 6 cards, survival spels, Last Words, and melee allowed. It really was over for the tanuki, he's doomed. Good on him! Now she just had to get out of dodge before this fluffy prick gets boiled in a teapot. So she called out to the humans around her with a smug smirk:

- /*Alright, he's all yours, I've got nothing to do with this.*/

But what she tried to say and what she said were very different:

- Were surrounded. What are we going to do, darling?

It took her a moment to figure out what she just said, and for a few seconds she just stood there, astounded with the audacity of this tanuki's trick that made her say that, whatever it was. And those few seconds were the only thing he needed. Still holding onto Sekibanki, he seemed to push her away from the canal. The yamabushi started quickly chanting, and then the tanuki pulled Sekibanki back to himself, right as the exorcist's shakujo sent a wave of blinding light onto both youkai.

Sekibanki thought she was being skinned alive. There was nothing to her existance but burning agony at that moment. Then, after a terrifyingly long second, it stopped. She heard shouting all around her:

- Agh, I can't see shit!

- Where is he, where'd he go!?

- I got him! No, wait, no, I don't.

She came to her senses only a few seconds later, on her knees, between skulls that used to be her other heads, amidst a group of confused policemen who were running around, trying to find the missing tanuki, right in front of the exorcist, who stared at her with a curious expression, left eyebrow raised. She propped herself up on the railing despite the immense weakness she felt. She could've sworn she saw a koi carp with a leaf on it's head in the canal, but the moment she blinked it was gone.

She couldn't take any more of this, she needed rest. She knew that the moment they figure out that looking for that tanuki is pointless they would take her in. She needed something to get away. A distraction, maybe? How would she- oh, right.

After all, she had one more head left.

-Help! Help! Somebody, save me! Rape! Help!

The moment the cops heard "Rape", everyone's head turned toward the directon of the screaming, with some already running there. The moment the yamabushi turned away, she was gone.