Guts heard a voice telling him to get down. Those militia men must have been hostile all along. Guts got angry; the situation went South way, way too fast. With a growl, he grabbed the oversized sword on his back, and swung in a wide arc towards the direction of the voice. Even the Dragonslayer's impressive length, however, wasn't quite enough to reach Orochi. Gritting his teeth, he braced the blade on his metal arm, and faced roughly where the sound came from. Holding it horizontally, he charged. The blade would serve well as an oversized lariat.

Well, provided he could hit.