Doji-sans blade comes down a heartbeat after your own, the two of you pinning the vile creature to the floor. Its legs flail momentarily and then it lies still. The other sees the demise of its companion and throws itself at Doji-san, who avoids it with almost contemptuous ease.<br/><br/>The already wounded one continues to clamber up the stairs, and the one dragging the wakazashi appears to increase its efforts to drag its treasure up there as well.<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>"Our stock was festival goods." replies Shinjo-sama. "Masks, streamers, costumes, some fireworks I think. There should be an inventory around here, if that hasn't been destroyed as well." he adds, bitterly.