Murumasa strolled through the battlefield ignoring just about anything. He was a construct, so he didn't fear to much. eventually he made his way to one of the front line greaters and settled in as a guard. if they died then that meant he could die again, and that wasn't an experience he wanted to go through more than once. Drawing a blade from each hip he prepared for anything that would come, leaving his special blade resting in a slot in his back. he doubted he would have to use that one, he never really needed to.