"Heh," the Dragonoid chuckled as his form completed itself, his tail, wings and horns erupting from his body in a blaze of fire. In his time spent napping, he had almost missed the 'bite' possessed by this lass in her previous form. Currently, she seemed a bit closer to Dragon kin than before, as difficult as that was. While he had many, many quips to offer the Oni of fire struggling to move about before them, there was a bit of an itch in his mind. Someone in the distance was aware of his presence, and he knew just who it was... though this one was quite different to the senses. "H'oh? You're free to come watch, if you want," he said, eyes glazed over, and his energy pulsating, all with the knowledge within that his intentions could be felt from afar by this one. Damned be the fate of the Oni who brought him out, if he could find out the nuances to this one that his other selves failed to bring forth.

In the meantime, Rengoku's attention was brought to the Dragonoid. His shock was clear, but his attention was required elsewhere. Shuten, what was she saying? The next life? Did she think herself capable of actually killing him? Well, he would be remiss to discover that she could do exactly that. Of course, he was far too stubborn to make it a simple task. His flames were consciously intensified to their maximum output to force against the gasses. Even as bones were being repeatedly and agonizingly torn from his body from toe to head, even as his flesh began feeling the effects still taking place from her earlier use of that damned gourd, the fire produced solely from his blood burned true. "You think it's going to be so easy, Shuten-doji?! Rengoku-sama will never fall to a shadow like you! I a─" What was the matter here? Well, it just so happened that he was without a jaw to speak with. In that very moment, at least his tirade was brought to an end. That was it, wasn't it? It was all over, even if he managed to burn her away as well.

... That is, it was almost over. As if experiencing salt applied to an open gash, there was one final thing Rengoku saw before he could no longer produce flames. That thing, was it... a skull? It was a skull. It was his skull, made obvious enough by the strange form of its horns. Jellified and melting away, what remained of his body for the time being had this to behold in its final moments. Akashi viewed this even while distracted, and could feel nothing but disappointment. "Yare yare. I expected more bark for the bite; that was just boring. Consider that beckoning more than just an offer," he said, clicking his fingers and conjuring flames of unknown purpose around the bones of Rengoku.