Shiba growled softly as he saw the Shaman had him trapped in the hut with him and this odor was horrendous. Thankfully the smell of fire was taking away most of the smell in this dirty hut. Shiba now had a problem and was forced into a fight with a Shaman with flame armor around him and one of his claws was as long as dagger one good strike and that would be the end of it for him. Shiba had no choice as he took out both his swords and got into a stance before he charged that Shaman with great speed and he got one sword in his claw to keep him at bay while he used his other sword to disarm him of the staff then quickly stab the Shaman in the chest knowing it wouldn't be a killing blow but it would injure him and hopefully break his focus even for a moment so Shiba could maneuver around him and claw his throat out. Shiba didn't carry two swords because it looked cool, they were extensions of his own claws and it would mean he would win this fight...