That move was too fast even for him to evade completely. He did attempt to move to the side, but he could feel the goblin ripping the side of his left leg. Crimson drops of his blood stained the white haori he wore, and for a moment, he almost felt like falling. Yet, despite being aware of the fact that there were several tendons in his leg torn, he kept moving, seemingly unfazed by it.
The swords moved back towards him, but in the moment they touched the hilt of the katana, still in his hands, they broke into myriads of shards, taking the appearance of shimmering petals. At first, they arose around him like a column, right before pouring over like a deadly sharp and fast wave at Smed.
Then, the roof started shaking. His eyes widened, but that was when he noticed Shinobu with her own katana, sticking out of the middle of the other side of the roof. Her hands were placed firmly on its hilt, while Isako stood a good few feet back. The entire roof was starting to crack, and the deep gaps were moving towards Smed.
