[Snorting lightly, Kazama turned, leading with his blade as more of the pesky blue folk came around. Huh. The nerve of them trying to think they could surround them.
If there was any great difficulty, it was in that the creatures were so small. Reaching them took some effort, effort that the Oni didn't care to put forth, but felt that allowing himself to be overrun by them would just be far worse for his dignity.
He stooped slightly, just enough that a low strike from his blade could cleave through the foremost of the blue wave closest to him.]
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If there was any great difficulty, it was in that the creatures were so small. Reaching them took some effort, effort that the Oni didn't care to put forth, but felt that allowing himself to be overrun by them would just be far worse for his dignity.
He stooped slightly, just enough that a low strike from his blade could cleave through the foremost of the blue wave closest to him.]