OOC(kind of leaving yourself open, eh?)

"Oh, excuse me! I'm sure there's a huge difference between a knight and a templar! I bet that it doesn't even basically amount to killing in the name of a deity instead of a country! Will you ever be able to forgive me?!" His smile returns, as those who remain around him are awash in the power of his flood. They should have burned to death rather quickly, but instead they bake slowly alive. Skin popping open as the flesh par boils and their juices seep out into a puddle, their screams of anguish are incredibly sweet.

"You're not too bright are you?" The blood soaking the battle field, instead of expanding further with the fresh blood of those killed, seems to recede. It cools as it flows backwards...absorbing steadily into the man that stands at the center of the crimson flames. Awash in power, he steps forward, leaving foot prints like gaping holes in the pool of blood that only fill once he's taken a few steps closer to Yuwain.

"Hurry."

The pale man pauses at that. "Hurry?" he actually seems puzzled by this, "Well if you insist." Holding back this entire time, the crimson aura surrounding Oketsu explodes, sending wreckage and limp bodies flying in every direction. Every pore of his being pours forth an intense killing lust, tongues of scarlet flame and vermilion lightning lapping over his body. Swords in the hundreds materialize around his form, orbiting in a razor edged maelstrom of death. Madness in his eyes and joy in his heart he roars with laughter.

"Dodge this pretty boy!" Each blade orients on the templar, glowing blades aimed tip first. Oketsu surges forward, a wall of swords heralding his coming, power exuding from every inch of his flesh as he charges Yuwain once more.