"So, you've waited for a girl to soften me up for you?! Some honorable samurai you are!" Herriman called out, managing to elicit some boos and jeers aimed at Mifune from the crowd. "Nevertheless, I accept your challenge. But first, I must commune with my god." He said, and Setrak disappeared from Herriman's hand as he sat down among the twisted and mutated vegetation. Placing his hands on the half-fleshy dirt, he took a handful of it, drawing a 'B' shape (except the 'B' had no curves, just sharp angles) on the front of his helmet. The shape (a rune of sorts) started glowing a dull purple, and a red haze started to rise from Herriman's shoulders.