[Good. His opponent seems disturbed. That is exactly what Douman wants: to perplex and unsettle his opponents during a fight to the point where they can't tell what he can and cannot do and make mistakes because of it. Getting overestimated is just as useful as the opposite. There is no need for anybody to know that he is actually using three techniques in unusual ways to create the illusion of a single overwhelming one.]

Tsk, tsk. Trying to catch a Nurarihyon... How very unwise of you.

[He doesn't try to evade the grasp. Moving around carelessly on a rooftop is dangerous even if nobody is coming after you, and his boots weren't made for that kind of acrobatics either. Besides, that'd be giving ground. Running from the one who has been messing with him. Undignified. The word is whispered in his mind in the amused lilt of a rival long dead. It's making the scar over his right eye ache and burn.

The moment colossus' plated iron grip closes around it, his ankle - and a good part of the leg it's attached to - simply fragments and disappears, dissipating like a bank of fog while only leaving the unsatisfying feeling of almost having grasped something behind.

Douman uses the chance to aim a kick at Colossus's face with his remaining foot before he lets his form dissolve fully and reappears at the other side of the roof like a ghost flowing apart and then back together again. The feeling of his presence disappears again, even though the killing intent can still be clearly felt.]

You are no Japanese, are you? Everyone knows that trying to attack me is doomed to be futile. I, on the other hand, can do a whole lot of things to you.

[Just not try to kick him again. That must've hurt Douman a lot more than Morph just now!]