Gerald
*Tyshima would do no such thing, she would not lay arms down to a stranger such as him. . . His appearance and his tone of approach didn't sit well with her. Watching blood leak from their skin, she would however move her hand from the katana's and await his reaction.*

 *She stares at him blankly, the oni remains on edge— nervous to say to most. The horse would stand upright behind Tsyhima about ready to bolt off, with or without her*
Rosa
*It seemed as if she was welcoming Otakemaru to preach his gospel, and as such, he began to move forward a few steps, ready to evangelise the curious oni into his most divine beliefs. And as he did so, the distance between the girl and the four beings in chains closed rapidly.*

*The figures reached out with sickly looking arms, one of them swinging wildly at her though the distance prevented actual contact. They howled and choked back gurgles and shrieks as the chains tensed.*
Gerald
*Tsyhima holds her ground, leaning slightly away from the hands clawing of the figures. She pays attention to how the Oni approaches, and watches his hands. . . He was too close for her own comfort, Tsyhima shifts a foot back—. But bumps into the horses side. . . Being cornered wasn't exactly the position she'd like to be in.*
Rosa
**"Now . . . Order or Chaos . . .?"**

*Asked the oni with glinting eyes, was there a right answer here? Well, that was to be seen. The pale priest's hands were put behind him, his armour and chains rattling gently as the breeze swept across the clearing. And once more the air filled with the beautiful smell of death and rot to be carried by the wind.*
Gerald
*Tyshima was all too familiar with smell of death and rot. . . She'd honestly wished she'd run away from the smell for good. . . Tyshima visible shivers at the question feeling the sensation in her horns then down her spine, realizing she couldn't get out of this situation peacefully without speaking, otherwise she'd have to fight and risk put her steed endanger. . . Either way, She complied; her mouth opens slowly—yet no words come out. . . Her facial expression is full of hesitation and doubt as she forces a simple yet stressful answer out and exhales, staring the Oni in the eyes, she speaks just loud enough to be heard.*

**"—. . . Order. . .—"**
Rosa
**"Wrong answer. . ."**

*And as he spoke so, the figures were freed from their chains and unison surged towards the girl and her mount, three of them converging from the front and side while the remaining figure charged towards the horse, the smell of their warm flesh and flowing red blood got them in a murderous rage.*

*Watching with a smile around seven meters from her was Otakemaru, with both hands one hand resting in his kimono and the other on the hilt of the nodachi, running his hand across the bear tooth that adorned it.*

*The two husks on either side would try to grab her arms, pinning her down and gorging themselves if they were able to while the central form would try to get a bear hug around the girl.*

*The singular other form would charge the horse from the front, aiming to wrap its arms around the beast's neck before trying to dig its teeth into the equine's windpipe.*
Concepcion
*Tyshima's other horn would appear; with her bearing both horns. She knew there was no point in lying to herself. Fight or flight kicked in: and she wasn't entirely sure which to commit to. . . Her steed at this point of time would've begun to run dragging the husk with it and buck wildly at the nearest Husk. Was too in fight or flight. She turn her priorities to her partner*

*The oni grasps her katana's hilt and shifts the curve outwards from her hip. She unsheathes and slashes in violent diagonal arc at the closest husk's arm in her way towards the steed. In a desperate hastily maneuver, she makes her way through to the husk that is turning her mount into a meal, preparing to deliver another strike at its nape.*
James
4 + shredder on the sword

The edge from the sheathe was pointed up then slashed downwards

So unsheathe, edge up, then slashed down