[b] Jiao Hao[/b]

The battlefield strewn with fallen bodies and foes locked in combat was a sight to behold. However, unlike those before him Jiao Hao saw a very different sight. He did not see the lacquered plates of the enemy reflecting in the sun. He did not see the steel of blades clashing against one another. Instead, the battlefield in various hues of blue, flakes of light as if embers from a fire wafting through the air. The blue light breached various openings of all shapes and sizes in the warrior’s armor. Even the grass was illuminated with its own subtle hue. But General Touzon had shown through with a greater luminescent that illuminated the landscape around him. Despite the General’s well-crafted armor, his existence on the battlefield was very apparent. 

Jiao Hao flicked his wrist, wrapped his fingers around the wrist of his sword hand. He looked towards the General with a determination that would have been apparent had his eyes been readily visible. His free hand placed on the scabbard of his katana. He adjusted the weapon, drawing the hilt in front of his body. He popped the blade loose with his thumb. 

He turned to Raizen standing beside him, “What would we consider life if spent in fear of those who may strike us down. How lucky we might all be to fall at the hands of such a worthy adversary?”