Kwanchai's head turned quickly as he felt magic collect around Shizel, flicking a bit of froth and blood from the corner of his mouth. The thing which once was Dycedarg was more powerful than anything the Scorpion had ever faced before, and Kwanchai knew that it would take a power like hers to bring the thing to an end.

He staggered back onto a shaking leg, and lurched forward towards the sorceress. What crystal figures remaining between he and his destination struck out at the samurai, and to Makoto's horror he began to use his injured arm to stop incoming blows as he ran by, slashing with his katana and laughing hoarsely.

"Yes, the other sword had been holding me back! I see now!"

Bringing down his blade once more, Kwanchai kicked over the figure nearest to Shizel and put his back to her, facing the unholy creature. His training as a yojimbo brought his good arm into a defensive stance, the other dripping a steady stream of blood onto the floor.

"That had better be... your best spell, shugenja... if it fails, I have a Limit Break left in me, and then you are on your own..."