Irreverence
"Takuma! Are you all right, man?" Yoichi asked, staring at his enemy and waiting for an answer from his seemingly injured comrade.
Takuma touched his neck and brushed his fingers over the deep mark caused by Taisuke's bowstring. "Yeah, I'm fine. He attacked me from behind and I was about to lose consciousness," he replied. From the resentment in his voice, he wanted Yoichi to believe that he had the situation under control before that accident.
"Be careful, Yoichi. This guy can disappear thanks to his ghost-type demon skill!" he added, giving him helpful hints.
"I see you've woken up, sleepyhead," Taisuke chuckled, taking a step towards Yoichi. With one hand, he cleaned his armor of dirt and ash. "I didn't think you'd..."
"Who the fuck gave you permission to speak?" Yoichi interrupted, growling like a ferocious beast. His eyebrows were curved over his blue eyes. They expressed pure rage.