A sword? Simple to deal with, he’d been hand-to-sword combat before and ended up coming out rather well considering what he had been hit into by the energy channelled through it. If anything this would prove to be a slant of luck to him, weapons could be difficult to wield around, especially if the place become confined, easy to use as a perch to vault across and easy to get stuck.

Kamui didn’t waste any time with kicking a few larger pieces of rubble around, a makeshift cover as he went down and moved in closer. He might not have had his Tokyo cloak to mask his movements at close-quarters but instead he held a multitude of rubble and sand reduced from broken and warn stone. A rundown place was so very similar to what he had grown accustomed to in those past four years.

Eyes golden, movements fairly low and sharp, a very animalistic approach to a very animalistic source of food.