A lesion of lodestar-bright light illuminated the benighted sky.Soldiers boots crushing the emerald blades of grass, their swords clanging and clangorous under the seething, spite-filled sky. The Rebellion and Laviku approaching to the front-lines. The slithering sounds of thousands of swords being unsheathed were frightening. Kamorisuki heard their feet thundered on the battlefields floor, bellowing up to him as the eastbound units and the west were caught up in conflict; the largest unit behind were commanded to not engage the enemy. 

" Demon! The Demon approaches! " 

Laviku came to halt, eyes wide in disbelief that he appeared alone. Standing before them at the front-lines, holding nothing but his sword, Sekohara at his side. Standing at six feet, the ''young'' Atlantean appears to be a fully-developed man of mid-twenties. His arms, like his scales, are incredibly powerful and his lean, muscular form is not something one wishes to underestimate. Regardless of his disinclination for physical confrontation, Kamorisuki attempts to portray an intimidating figure in order to avoid coercion and needling. Considering his eyes are dreamy, galaxy-blue and orbit round; almost identical to his fathers because of a passive trait, everything moves like a snail. They often assist with the façade he attempts to put forth. Always calculating and sharp, Kamorisuki is constantly aware of his surroundings, watching carefully with his enhanced eye sight. 

" General Gossamer, I am leaving you in charge with the units. Protect the Shrine. I will deal with this lot. " 

" But sir! " The honey sweet sound of a woman shouting rented the air and passed through his sea-nymph ears. His cupid-bowed lips stretched in a smile, nodding once. She understood his intent and raised a hand into the air. " Back to the Shrine, we must keep the iron burning! " The thundering of disciplined warriors had drummed out the noise of the Rebellion that bellowed at him still. Kamorisuki was left alone infront of the gates.

The creature turned his attention back to the large crowd and the smile that was rare to see was gone. Twenty six inches of sharpened, high valyrian steel, thirty eight inches in total. The swords hilt was helixed with black, firm silk with a black finish cast tsuba, decorated with Kraken artwork. The blade itself allowed its circumference to entrap other blades within it with a swift parry; known as disarm. The outer ridges of the blade held a slight curve at the apex, used for decapitation but it can change frequently between two sequences; straight mode and execution mode. The name of this sword is known as Sekohara, his pet. 

" Lay down your weapons.. Or die. " He said in a cold demeanour.