[color=4682B4][h1]Susano Hidari[/h1][/color]

The impact of the massive thing landing so close to the supply caravan rocked the rickety wooden thing like a fierce, white-crested wave slamming against the hull of a small, helpless boat, sending those poor souls aboard staggering for balance. It could be difficult, even nauseating, to no longer be able to rely on the solidity, the stability, of good earth under your feet. To be a seaman was to learn to adjust, but to be a great seaman was to make instability a part of your self, to make it the environment in which you were most comfortable. Which is all very fancy and philosophical, but is basically why Hidari was able to keep smoking his pipe when he hit the oni in the eye with a knife. It was nothing fancy, just a kozuka utility knife kept in the small groove of his sword's tsuba hand-guard, but it did the job admirably. Hidari had been rising as his left hand gripped the sheath of his blade and his right went down as if to draw and then blurred up as if in an iajutsu quick-draw strike - but when it was slow enough again to be seen, it was empty. The sword was still where it was. The knife, the one he used for peeling apples, was now splitting an oni eyeball neatly down the middle. 

[color=4682B4]"Hoi, y'er a big beastie, in'cha?"[/color] Hidari's voice was never the smoothest, the most sophisticated, but apparently whatever he was saying before was his idea of 'talking posh' because the new accent was pure back-alley gutter trash. Sharp, nasal, piercing. He was rolling back inside the supply caravan not as a retreat, but to come back brandishing a bow and arrow. As the geisha's magic yanked the caravan away to safety Hidari rolled with the motion, dropping off the mobile cart and hitting the dirt just ahead of the half-blind ogre's retaliatory strike. [color=4682B4]"Gorra do betta than that, ya stinkin' wazzock. Come at me, brah! Haha!"[/color] 

He slapping the yumi's haft against the ogre's rump like a flirtatious courtesan as he wheeled around into its blind spot, poking and prodding and yelling obscenities to draw it away. It was huge, inhumanly powerful - and down an eye. That was all the edge Hidari needed. [color=4682B4]"Don' worry luv, I got this one, eh!"[/color] he called to Chiyoe - and to the ogre, to let it know where he was. As he rolled away from the blind, lashing strike and kept in the thing's blind spot he carried on. [color=4682B4]"Thissun's not so fierce, are ya, boy? Mebbe al' pop a leash round yer neck and teach ya to piss 'gainst the trees! C'mon, boy!"[/color] Hidari danced back, firing an infuriating shot into the softer meat at the beast's armpit when it raised an arm to strike. He rolled away again, leading the ogre towards him with clear killing intent. [color=4682B4][i]That's right, boy, all eyes on me. All one eyes. Show me the beauty, eh?[/i][/color]