Herriman laughed, turning back around. "Well, I guess I have my answer then. Know that if you strike me down today, It's because you fought like a mongrel with its leg caught in a trap." He said with grim finality. Swinging his flail-arm faster and faster, Herriman broke into another run towards Mifune, charging defiantly at him yet again. Except this time, the attack would come much sooner. When Herriman was fifteen feet away, he adjusted the swing angle on his flail-arm. With a mighty heft and the sounds of tendons snapping, Herriman's flail arm came loose just as he entered another swing with it, flying straight forwards towards Mifune at breakneck speed while still attached to his forearm by an almost fifteen foot long chain. Given the length of the bony, disgusting chain of the weapon, Herriman could chain this thrust into another attack, which is exactly what he did. 

After the initial attack, Herriman would wheel about, allowing the momentum of his fleshy flail to assist him as he'd bring it around for a horizontal swing. With these attack's Herriman would remain out of Mifune's reach. The only problem was, there was a good chance his flail-arm would be useless if Mifune closed in, so he'd be down an arm for the next turn.