Bab 612: Last Samurai (Part Two)

Samurai Garock Heartrender flourished his sword and sheathed it... 

His eyes glowed white... his muscles surged with power... and he performed the practiced movements of his kata's final form. 

His most powerful attack. 

The pride of the last Samurai of the Screaming Silence. 

"⌈Taste the Demon Blade.⌋"

He drew his katana. 

The sword was more than tempered steel. It was powered by most of his remaining soul-essence. Within it was the hopes and dreams of his nigh forgotten clan. It was the plight of suffering mortals lashing out at their uncaring gods. 

It was his will... his greatest wish... to... be a hero. 

One. last. time. 

He cleaved down through the blade and haft of the snake god's enchanted axe... cutting deep into their side... 

The god's right wrist fell to the beach, and his intestines into the clear waters, staining it red.