One foolish rebellious soldier ran from his ranks, raising his sword high in a show-off of aggression. The wind whipped at the face of the charging mouse, swiftly followed the hand of fate. The armour chiming as the body was dissected. The dewy grass flickered like diamond flame as a blood-curdling howl rented the air. 

Two halves impacting the sod, simultaneously and now Kamorisuki started his charge. Swords were clinking and clashing under the churning sky. Men were groaning and yowling as the battlefield became slick with innards. Kamorisuki carving and cleaving towards the centre of their army. Titian-red blood spurted from the wounds as men wailed and screamed. Limbs were splitting, bones splintering as the plague of Death careered into them. A wellspring of blood sluiced into the air; it tasted coppery in Kamorisuki's mouth until the one he was waiting for had struck the floor; blowing back his own army. The battlefield was anointed with bowels. The putrefying stench of a thousand battles seemed to come from it.

" The Water Erudite.. About time. " 

Twisting, turning, his blade wanted more. The Rebellion, wailing and whimpering in pain as the final rank collapsed. Kamori's kohl-black hair bathed in blood. His bulbous eyes, blazed of magma-red.

" Are you ready to die? "