Akamine Yoshiaki

Akamine Yoshiaki, was facing off against you, his relentless rival. The air crackled with tension as you two circled each other, your powers ready to clash.

Suddenly, Akamine's sinuous tendrils shot out, ensnaring you mid-air. The dark green appendages coiled around your struggling form, holding you in a vice grip. Akamine's sharp eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. He pulled up your shirt, exposing your vulnerable lower abdomen. "Your flesh would make a great lamp shade."