The 47 Ronin v1.3 (c#1A72A6.fdr - Whoa is (Not)

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Minoru turns and grabs up the heavy cuirass bearing the CREST
of House Asano -- two falcon feathers crossed over one
another -- but when he turns back, Taro is passed out again.
EXT. COMBAT ARENA - SAME TIME
The combat floor has filled with the samurai combatants. The
Announcer calls the last warrior.
COURT ANNOUNCER
And finally, fighting on behalf of
our noble host. Clan Asano’s Torii
Taro!
But no one enters the arena. There’s a horribly awkward
pause. Asano and Oishi share a look.
IN THE READY AREA
Hanjo is sweating it... until Taro races up in his armor.
HANJO
Oh thank the gods! Get in there!
Get in there!!
But as he runs past, we get a glimpse under his kabuto helm
and see that it’s not Taro at all, but --
MINORU
He enters the arena and takes his place among the sea of
samurai. So much MYTHOLOGICALLY-INSPIRED ARMOR, the
battlefield looks like someone has sprung the gates of hell.
Beneath his disguise, Minoru’s heart is racing, his breath
coming too fast, skin sheened in sweat.
And in that moment, he CLOSES HIS EYES and takes a breath.
Holds it until his mind is calmed...
Begin!
COURT ANNOUNCER
And when his eyes FLASH OPEN, there’s steel in them, all fear
evaporated.
And the contest starts.
The combat floor ERUPTS in a motion. Bokken flashing faster
than the eye can follow. The SOUND of wood striking metal.
Leather. Flesh.