Togashi KenshinHP: 0 (+3 Luck) • Condition: Dragon Stalks the Prey
Much was said about the Dragon monks. Many claimed that their esoteric knowledge and philosophy was but a front. Others pointed to their refusal to wield traditional weapons as a sign of weakness, or alternately of arrogant confidence in their abilities. No man, no woman, no child, had ever questioned the dedication and bravery of an
Ise Zumi especially after seeing one fight against the taint spawn of the shadowlands. Kenshin's companions may hold a number of differing opinions of him, his quixotic speech, his reflective and philosophical demeanor, but watching him now none could question that they were better off with him as an ally.
The fires of his tattoo had enveloped his entire body as he fought. Kenshin's footsteps burned snow to steam, his kicks blasted bakemono and his hands blazed and burned them. He whirled in a complex dance that was a beautiful as it was deadly. Around him bakemono fell, their bodies burning, or fell back, their light reflecting his fiery form. Through it all he moved like a graceful swan amid the chaos and carnage; in another time, another place, people would have watched with rapt attention as he worked the katas.
Basically doing the same as before ...
Taking 10 on my attack rolls (yay, mininons!) for an attack result of 18, DC 19 damage checks
Kenshin has Takedown 1