I don't own Musashi samurai legend.
"I thought to this. As head of intelligence, I deal with those who defy Gandrake." Said a Shadow. The shadow slowly emerged from the dim part of the room. It was Shiraz. Shiraz continued. "I kill any and all who stand in his way...even colleagues when necessary." He spoke calmly. "You actually enjoy it, you sadistic, soulless, subhuman--" "Thank you. Your too kind. Yes. I have no qualms about devouring you. The calcium is good for my nails and tail." "Wait...are you a Demon?" "...Don't ask stupid questions." "Okay then. Carry on." "Are you ready? I'm famished! I think You' d really hit the spot!" Shiraz flipped and tried to pounce on Musashi. Musashi Jumped, making Shiraz bash his claws into the metallic floor. He pull the claws out and flipped again and this time hit Musashi. His claws racked on Musashi's chest. Flinching, He jumped back, clutching his chest.
"Oh? Finished all ready?" "I'm not done yet!" Musashi hurled himself at Shiraz. Shiraz moved away quickly. Got behind Musashi and thrusted his claws at Musashi's spine. Musashi turned around and blocked. Shiraz jumped away from Musashi, tucked his tail into the ground and shot up at where Musashi was standing. Shiraz pulled his tail out jumped up and extended his claws and drew the exinded claws at Musashi.
Musashi got a few hits at Shiraz but moved before Musashi could slice his tenth hit. The pattern started again. When Shiraz came close enough to give Musashi a flurry of claw slashes, Musashi slashed his katana at Shiraz. A with a mighty swing of the great oar, Shiraz flew into the air, bounced off the floor and hit the wall and fell into the heat vent.
2 down, 3 to go.
TO BE
CONTINUED...