Eito spares Kazuo a look, only giving him an amused grin, as if inviting him to try, before turning to his primary focus. "Never said I wasn't, kid. I don't much mind being called a monster, in truth. I could give you some more of my philosophy on how the term 'monster' has no worth in any case, but I see you wouldn't care to listen much."
He shrugs idly.
"Still, if you want to act like some sort of hero of justice and call people monsters, I suppose you ought to act on your words, right? Strike down the evil-doer and such."
The madman grins again, his hand falling down to one of the sheathed swords tied to his hips, grasping it's silver hilt. "Of course, I'm not really one to lay down and take some punishment."
He draws the silver blade completely, a wave of heat immediately bursting forth from it's exposed presence. He lazily points it at Sen. "Make your prayers and all that, this'll be quick."
He raises the deadly weapon as it sets itself aflame and begins to swing it down in an inhumanly quick and lethal arc, only to stop right before it strikes true. He pauses idly. "Then again, I'd feel pretty bad for killing a defenseless kid, even if I am a 'monster' by your words..."
Casually, he throws it into the air, allowing it to spin once before grabbing it by the blade, the searing heat failing to even affect his hand. He calmly points the hilt towards Sen. "It's called Tyrfing, got it off some fairy goddess for completing one of her challenges and murdering a reflection of myself. Wild stuff, would love to tell the tale, but now's evidently not the time."
"Don't have much of a use for it considering what my little Persona can do, so I figure it might as well find it's place in the hands of an owner who actually believes she's on the side of justice."
(edited by Eito)