Dear God, I'm good.
(Bows to Misha-Katt)
"Bring her back!"
Inuyasha unwrapped one arm from her still shoulders and snatched the scabbard from his waist.
"Bring her back, and I'll give you Tetsusaiga!"
"To what end?" Sesshoumaru was calm. "I would need a human arm to wield it, and even dragon flesh decays if fed by my, unfamiliar, blood."
Inuyasha bit down his panic, two fingers clutching her hair. There had to be something he'd take!
His left hand flexed against her cheek.
He rolled back his sleeve.
A smile pulled his brother's lips back from his fangs.
Toukijin hissed free of its scabbard.