(Bloody work… anyway.)

Ksoo’ma cried out in a mix of terror and rage as he brought his sword across, slashing at the beast and in the same motion he rolled with the attack bringing him up to the beast’s side ready to strike again before the creature could react.

Jinn, Help anyone but a foe who is in need to the best of your ability. He chanted in his mind as he brought the blade across, jade light streaming from the graceful slash.

Ray,  Be polite and hold your temper, only let loose your anger when you let loose your sword.  His mind screamed along side his own wordless cry as he brought the blade up and across again, his anger at the terrible things beasts like this thing had done to his people.

M-yo, Above all else do what you deem best for the tribe, if you believe what you do is good for the tribe, you will have good name. The remembered words rang in his ears, the blade surging forward flashing brilliantly with the power of name.

Makoto, Your word is as good as your deed, if you say you will do something, do it. “You, will not, not; harm this one.” He chittered rolling between the things legs and springing up behind him to drive the point of the sword into its back.

Ch-g, Never fail those who need you, protect and serve those who are less fortunate. The final words trailed off, the Nezumi’s personal code of Bushido chanting in his mind to focus his attack and bring him power.