[ But in the end, there just weren't enough of them, these ronin. Especially when he had to split them with someone else. He supposed he ought to feel relieved when they began to turn tail, realizing the sharpness of their opponents' fangs, but what Majima actually felt was faint disappointment.
Oh, well. There'd be more to play with later. For now, he sheathed his dagger and began dismantling the remaining attackers with his fists. The years had refined his barehanded strikes, so that what remained was a fluid ferocity -- the slinking, opportunistic aggression of a wild dog.
His hand shot out to grab a fleeing Mountain clan warrior; he tightened his grip in a practiced choke out, waiting for that fleeting moment or two before the lack of oxygen pulled her entire body slack. ]
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Oh, well. There'd be more to play with later. For now, he sheathed his dagger and began dismantling the remaining attackers with his fists. The years had refined his barehanded strikes, so that what remained was a fluid ferocity -- the slinking, opportunistic aggression of a wild dog.
His hand shot out to grab a fleeing Mountain clan warrior; he tightened his grip in a practiced choke out, waiting for that fleeting moment or two before the lack of oxygen pulled her entire body slack. ]