[@Grnmachine]

The door had only just begun opening when the assault began. Almost as though they had been waiting for this small, fleshy polyps skittering around on tendrils pressed themselves into the crack, their bodies deforming as they squeezed their way into the ship. Behind this vanguard a flood of others waited their turn, ready to push inside as soon as the door opened enough to fit them. 

Time slowed down for him as he stepped back even as the first of the little abominations leaped at him. Not out of fear or worry about what these creatures could do for him, but because he needed the space. His eyes rapidly flicked around the all to cramped confines of the spacecraft, searching for paths he could use, tracing lines in the air where he could swing his sword while avoiding cutting Mami Tomeo or the ship they'd flown in on to ribbons that also bisected the monster. It was difficult. This ship was meant to ferry passengers for short distances. It was built for people to get on and get off. Built for efficiency instead of comfort. The sheer length of his blade meant there were only a few paths it could take in his enclosed space without damaging the ship. He mentally readjusted, looking only for the things the ship needed to fly. That opened things up considerably. He could destroy everything else provided he didn't bisect the hull. He traced lines through each of the attacking monsters that hand made it into the ship and swung.

Sasaki counter attack was like a hurricane, his blade falling like pouring rain too fast for a normal person to even comprehend, but each one was a deliberate and precise strike. The monsters leaped in and were bisected, leaped in and were bisected, leaping, leaping, leaping toward only doom. The only time any of them were given the courtesy of a second blow was when its corpse shared the path his blade must take with one of its still living comrades. Around them the seats and handhold were were torn to ribbons, useless chunks of metal and plastic being splattered in mid-air with the sickly excuse for what the abominations had for blood. Mami felt that merciless blade streak past her on its flowing arcs through the air, sometimes only millimeters away, but never felt its bite. 

The poor pilot slammed the door to the cockpit and cried.