>>6084411It's hard to call someone out with an emotional speech while on two different cars of a moving train. Especially with the extra noise coming from the gunfight in the back. But the threat is pretty obvious. Everyone knows what Nishina is saying. Everyone knows what a sword means.
Tokumei's not about to charge out from behind his defensive screen of flunkies, that would be stupid and he knows it. But it's clear from the flunkies' nervous glances and restless grips that they're increasingly aware of how fucked their position is. If they can hold out until the next stop, then maybe they can escape into the crowd. But until then, there's no way out, and they know it.
"Nishina," Horace says from right behind her. "My sword told me about what kind of man this guy is."
Nishina frowns. Even as a daughter of the land of samurai, Nishina feels a little uncomfortable about how much Horace likes that sword. But she says, "Go on."
"He is a duelist. He knows the tricks to cheese a one-on-one bout, and even besides trickery he has legitimate skill from experience in many duels. He has slain many. People like your brother were lured into what they believed was a fair fight, only to be taken off guard by his skill and unexpected moves. If you try to handle him alone ... I'm afraid you'll be outmatched."
"I don't care," Nishina says, gripping her sword tightly. "I have to do this. No matter what the danger to myself."
Horace smiles. "That's why we're here, though. So you don't have to do this alone. Just rely on us, okay?" With a jaunty motion, she swings the Highlander up to rest on one shoulder. Wrath stance, it's called. "Besides. You're not the only one with a hungry sword."
[Tokumei rapidly builds up bonuses against isolated targets, or from attacking the same target repeatedly.]
