Nothing... The only thing the razor-sharp blade stroke with the kiss of death was air, opening beneath the blade. His eyes widened for a short moment before the tip of his katana plunged into the space below, in the last moment turned aside as Haruki's feet touched the ground, and he turned on his heel to face his opponent once more.<br/><br/>Bad idea. He froze in the middle of his attack, feeling the blade tear through his chest, ripping his veins, the soft tissues of his lung and liver. The floor was painted red, red, red,<span style="font-style: italic">so red</span>.<br/><br/>He stumbled, coughing out blood, but he didn't yet let on. No matter how awfully he was wounded, no matter that his intestines were on the verge of hanging out of his body, there was still some strength left in him. He grit his teeth, and released another blow at the Black Samurai. "You'll need more than this! A man who gives up after a few seconds is just scum! I don't care how much it will cost..."<br/><br/>Even now, he was moving fast, the blade in his arms a lightning, a steel thorn that flashed from side to side. He was as fast as one gets. "I don't care how much it will cost, but I'll fight!" he burst out, starting a storm of surprisingly fierce attacks.