They were overwhelmed and all but defeated. From a distance, it was difficult to see the Miura soldiers, there was only a mass of Uesugi men attacking some invisible enemy.
Gengyo had not fought so hard in a long time. His lungs ached and each breath came painfully, but he kept moving. There were men all around, all of them looking for his head – he could take his pick of who died first. He stabbed through a man's chest plate, puncturing his head. He then offered a side strike to another, slashing open his belly. A third got far too close, and Gengyo gave a knee to his jaw to stagger him. He slammed him in the throat with his handless arm and finished him messily with several stabs to his stomach.
There were more to come, always more, but his movements were growing more and more crisp. He killed and killed until there was nothing left in front of him. He could not afford to waste even a shred of energy, for he truly did not have much left to give.