The Smallest Ochus
A blade hums as it leaves its sheathe. Water ripples across his drenched boots as his verdant eye focuses on a lone small ochu, just barely reaching his hips. The bounty mentions that it has companions. And companions it has. Hidarime catches a pair slipping into the shallow waters from the shadows of a rock outcropping, slowly making their way to ambush from behind. His esteem never fails to watch his six.
He swiftly unsheathes his other blade as the ochus manages to have him surrounded, a situation he trained for in the past, but only with a longer, higher momentum weapon that could easily cleave his targets with a solid spin. The greatsword is his comfort weapon after all. However, the saberfangs will make do as his basic lessons in Tural taught him an interesting twist to his dual blades. With blades crossed he channels his aether, and one of the ochus leaps towards him, its maw aiming towards his head.
With a flash of violet, the creature is cleaved in half by a staff-like blade as Jian conjoins them at their hilt. Seedkin sap splatters across his face, and he feels adrenaline pumping as he dashes across the others in a spray of water. The ochus vines are fast, but the saberfangs demands his body to be faster. Soon, a mix of sap and blood pollutes the clear waters of their battle, and the last of the ochu slips off from his blade and splashes into the waters, still as a corpse. A cut across his forearm hastens his progress to cut away the leaves from the corpses. Uncertain if the antidote he carried is adequate for the poison, let alone have him be resistant to the possible paralysis, he quickly drank a vial before picking up the leaves and making his way back to Camp Bronze Lake. Hidarime may be able to watch his six, but the simulacrum will also simply watch him drop dead.