Hurts Oni Lee

I lashed out, more instinct and muscle memory than an intentional response, and planted my fist in his gut with more strength than I really meant to. I had a bare moment, little more than a glimpse, to catch sight of his imposing mask, shaped in the visage of what must have been a Japanese demon, as he doubled over. Then, in between one blink and the next, his body exploded in a shower of grey ash.