[ He hangs back as red coat brought the finishing blow and the yokai lets out its death cry before becoming still.
Bishop sauntered over, rubbing his arm before lifting and driving the katana through the mask and into its head. ]
No pulse.
[ He pulls out the blade and swung the blood and brain matter off the blade, clicking his tongue as he once more sees the blade is of poor poor quality. ]
Nice hustle, red coat. I'm called Bishop. You?
[ A commotion behind them gets his attention where the goons who were watching are now too scared to run or fight, instead choosing to cower in place and egging others to fight. ]
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Bishop sauntered over, rubbing his arm before lifting and driving the katana through the mask and into its head. ]
No pulse.
[ He pulls out the blade and swung the blood and brain matter off the blade, clicking his tongue as he once more sees the blade is of poor poor quality. ]
Nice hustle, red coat. I'm called Bishop. You?
[ A commotion behind them gets his attention where the goons who were watching are now too scared to run or fight, instead choosing to cower in place and egging others to fight. ]
Really? Fellas, c'mon.