The Emperor stood up and waved his arms around. “My people! Do not listen to this man! He is but a….”
Okuri leaped forward and slashed the Emperor across the face. “I don’t give a shit about your people, pretty boy! I only desire to rule over the Samurai class! The civilians I will leave to the next Emperor, and I will let him do with them as he sees fit….unless it interferes with what I’m doing!” From his quadrupedic stance, he kicked the Emperor in the chin. The royal man flew upwards 5 meters or so before falling back to the ground.
Okuri remained in his crouched position, trying to decide whether he should first attack Isamu or Katsuro. Without warning, they both charged him, thrusting their weapons forward. However, their legs were pulled out from beneath them, and Okuri immediately gave them the ‘whirlybird’ treatment. He spun around for a minute or 2, then let go and watched as they flew in different directions.
A few men stepped forward from the crowd, heads raised high. They wore simple black helmets with horse hair dyed a bright red. Their suits of armor appeared more ornate than practical, and they wielded long poles, at least as tall as they were, with impressive blades on the far ends. Everyone immediately recognized them: The Imperial Guard had arrived.
Okuri snorted in disgust. With a wordless signal, he ordered them to be ‘dealt with’. Kiba and Akamaru leaped into action, cutting down the first wave of royal security. The other 4 Samurai followed suite, and soon the Emperor’s protective army was turned back on its heels. Inuko began to panic. What if civilians got caught up in the chaotic battle? Innocent people could get hurt! The crowd scrambled, and she was separated from Urashima.
