OOC(No no no, your character is fine. I'd suggest losing some of the unnecessary accessories and stream line him a bit, but I intentionally put everything of my character into his attacking ability. Your character could shred his body into pieces of confetti right now, but the positioning isn't in your favor. I'm actually really sorry that you've chosen to end it this way, there's still so much more to explore, but I'll respect your wishes. If not in the manner you might intend.)

As the blade slides home, a strange thing occurs. From Yuwain a massive pulse of force spreads in every direction. Though Oketsu is not particularly weak to such holy power, the shear magnitude of the blast is enough to send his body flapping like a rag in a thunderstorm. In one powerful pulse, the Reaver is expunged from the beast mans body, and sent rocketing from the pale marionette's grip. As the sword hurtles end over end away from the two warriors, it shatters into its base components, ceasing to exist.

Similarly, Oketsu's body, now once more fully in control begins to fall to pieces. The strain on the mortal form is too much, and he falls very near Yuwain, once more in a spreading pool of his own blood...this time with a disjointed arm, a leg removed at the knee, and a head turned at an angle totally unnatural. Yet in this posture a certain serene beauty touches the mad mans face. He is satisfied.

"Not bad, pup. You've still got time to grow." His voice is full of lethargy as he says this, his body sinking into the warm salt sea of blood. A Vampiric Sleep seems about to consume him. "Have fun explaining things to the authorities." A last crooked smile before he sinks completely. Not a victory or a defeat...a draw.

OOC(You've got potential. Don't give up)