[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjE1OC5jMDFiMjIuVFdGMGMzVnJidywsLjAA/breathe-karma.regular.png[/img][/center][hr] As the fight continued, Matsuko had a watchful eye on her cooldowns and health. She felt as though she should've picked Monk, because these cooldown times were making her somewhat impatient. The fact that these Oni had spears wasn't really helping either. Their range advantage over her blade made it hard to approach them without being poked by one of the others. So far three Oni had been defeated. If memory served her well, there should be a field boss when they defeat enough Oni. She didn't want to use skills like until the boss arrived, but her health had taken quite a large hit due to the absence of a healer in the party. She began to wonder why they even started this event without one.. As she fought, her health began to slowly fall, the bar going yellow. Her health regeneration wasn't enough, especially since it was day-time. This cursed sword did almost nothing during the day, she had half a mind to get rid of it, but it was a Phantasmal, so discarding it would be a terrible idea. She let go of the sword with her left hand, and began to fight single-handedly as she rummaged through her bag with the other hand, producing yet another sandwich. As she deflected and dodged attacks, she started stuffing her face with the delectable piece of food, her body being encased in a green aura similar to a regeneration spell from a druid. Her health bar slowly began to move back into the green. The perks of being 'The Great Gourmand.' After finishing her fantastic sandwich, she immediately reacted to an Oni's downward swing, activating . The impeccable timing of the skill made her blade flash a deep red as she cut into the assailant, dealing the finishing blow. Four down. The last Oni standing flew into a rage as it's companions fell. Before the last Oni could even telegraph an attack, Matsuko dashed forward using . A pause for dramatic effect as Matsuko sheathed her blade. The iconic [i]'clink'[/i] sound of the sword in scabbard before the enemy evaporated into shiny bubbles of anima.