He was simply foolish to think that he could easily strike fear into all of his soldiers. Still, willpower wagered against fear, complete opposites and equal in victory. He watched with his hands folded into the deepness of his onyx kimono, crimson optics glaring outward as the blood resided upon the shining katana blade of The Demon Of The Sea. Mikalo's right foot slowly twisted into the ground, the samurai let his head hang downward as he was in position. 

Dirt came out as he left afterimages in his wake, the ground shaking compellingly from the force of impact that the balls of his feet made. Dragging his tattered kimono behind him. His sword came outward and reflected the sun towards Kamorisuki, the tip sliced upwards with accuracy to the demon of the sea's neck.