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It was right about then that the robed man ran throat first into Ranma's gloved fist.

"And just what... am I not supposed to be seeing?" She wondered, hefting her sack of groceries over a shoulder as the man dropped to his knees and choked and spluttered for breath. "Is this creep... bothering you, Sayo-san?"

"You could have killed me!" The swordsman whined, clutching and rubbing at his throat.

"Ah? I suppose I could have. But you're still alive, aren't you? Kind of a shame. So what's it to be, Mr. Wannabe Samurai? I'm not particularly in a homocidal state of mind right now, and Zero's not here to press the issue, so if you slink off like a kicked dog right now, I won't even hurt you more. One-time only deal, you know?"

"Tch. I wasn't expecting a spiritually sensitive human to just show out of nowhere. I'll admit, that first blow took me by surprise. But what more can you do, against a Shinigami? I'll be assisting that lost soul in passing on now, girl, and then fix your memories, and you can't really do anything to stop me."

"Okay, see, now that was the totally wrong answer, and now I kinda want to make a hat out of your ribcage." Ranma pointed out, setting her groceries to the side. "Keep an eye on that for me, would you Sayo-san? And in case you were wondering, the correct answer was 'Oh god yes, please let me leave with all of my bits and pieces still intact and attached and I promise neither you or your classmate will ever have the misfortune of seeing my ugly-as-sin face ever again'. Just in case you were wondering."

The admittedly less than attractive swordsman glowered.

"You know... technically, we aren't supposed to interact with humans, if at all avoidable. But hell, one little bitch more or less caught up in a mugging gone wrong, who's going to notice? I'll kill-rk!"

He was cut off in mid threat by a knee to the solar-plexus, Ranma having gotten bored, and staggered backwards, gasping for breath.

".... Huh. That's it?" Ranma wondered. "You know, you called yourself a 'shinigami', but I'm afraid I'm just not seeing it."

"That was... shunpo? But you're human!"

"'Shunpo'? Flash Step? Nah, that was Shundo, or instant movement, a kind of advanced martial art technique. Don't know what that shunpo crap is."

"Hrk... That's not really good. I can't tell it from... But I can still win! With my zanpakuto, I'll-!"

Ranma zipped in again, kicking the sword out of the man's hands and kicking his feet out from under him, sending him crashing unexpectedly into the ground.

"Soul Cutter? For some reason, a name like that is worrying. Still, no matter how powerful the weapon, if its wielder is disarmed, it's useless. With a waste of flesh like you holding it, it could only really be called a 'Butterknife', at best. But hey, I'm tired of playing with you. There's only so many times you can kick a retarded puppy before it gets old and you start feeling a bit guilty. So heck, I'll even give you one last shot."

A malevolent, leering cast fell over Ranma's features as she impaled the sword in the concrete and set one foot on the pommel.

Mahoranma, Chapter 7