Kenjiro rolled to his feet and began to run around to the other side of the Impaler to cut off any escape attempts. He assumed  flatman, or whatever he’d been calling himself, had already run off in the confusion. Kenjiro drew his sword, More a flat piece of metal than a weapon, consider the blunted edge and tip would require ridiculous amounts of force to cut somebody. “Surround and advance. Don’t let him take a hostage.”