[center][h1]Zhao Jinhai[/h1][/center]

Alright, so he was doing something after all. Though "witch" damn well wasn't the right choice of expletives. Jinhai gave the samurai a shit-eating grin as he stepped to the side, allowing Arisa to deliver her flaming greatsword towards the samurai without issue. The moment she did, he surged forward, weaving through the storm of steel the armored ghost was putting up and retaliating with his fists and elbows whenever he got a chance. There weren't many, but the blows he did manage to land would leave the samurai reeling from sheer concussive force and spiritual cleansing. 

Another flash of the katana. A bit slow to evade this time. Blood ran down Jinhai's cheek from the gash that just opened, but he persisted. It was all about watching the wrists, not the actual blade. The samurai's attention was still on him. The ghost wound back just enough for Jinhai to read his next move. A straight horizontal cleave. Finally. Perfect. 

The samurai made his attack, and Jinhai brought his palms together to catch the blade by the flat, blood already dripping from his palms where he'd had to make contact with the edge. 

[b]"Got his ass!"[/b] Jinhai yelled to Arisa, to anyone who was within range. [b]"Kill him now!"[/b]