The Goberingei comes.
Four hands on the stone, shoulders nearly horizontal, moving faster than something that big should be allowed to move.
I see immediately that the Battōjutsu won't survive a frontal charge. The monster is too large, too brutal, too smart. A failed cut means I get pasted into the floor.
I have to break its line first.
"Oliver. The ground in front of him… Now!!"
Oliver doesn't need it explained.
He already has Motorhead spun up. He shouts, leaps forward with the hammer raised, and triggers the propellant at the apex of his swing. A jet of superheated blue steam rams the head of the hammer downward with devastating force. The stone floor explodes in a ten-foot radius right in front of the Goberingei.
Cracks. Dust. Shards of rock kicking into the air.
