[His expression's confident, then determined. The long blade's pulled from his scabbard: Futsu looks at himself for a bit, then at the troops he can see - and charges with a wild yell. With a blade as big as he is, subtlety isn't really something he goes in for...
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[His expression's confident, then determined. The long blade's pulled from his scabbard: Futsu looks at himself for a bit, then at the troops he can see - and charges with a wild yell. With a blade as big as he is, subtlety isn't really something he goes in for...
Three down: how many to go?
He falls back slightly and gives Namazuo a grin.]