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

51.
OISHI’S FINGERS close on a WICKED SPLINTER from the shattered
desk -- ten inches long and deadly sharp -- and STABS it down
through his collar bone and DEEP into his trunk.
KAPITAN
GRRAAAAAUGHH!
The barbarian captain roars in pain and HURLS him with enough
force to SNAP the wall boards.
Hearing his cry, another giant DUTCH OFFICER races in,
WHEELLOCK PISTOL out and ready to fire.
KAPITAN
Shoot him!
The Officer pulls the trigger, but in the blink of an eye,
Oishi grasps his sword and whips the blade out of its
scabbard -- AND RIGHT BETWEEN THE CAP AND THE POWDER!
The gun clicks harmlessly and, as the confused Officer
stares, trying to figure out what just happened, Oishi lashes
the blade up and BISECTS HIS ENORMOUS HEAD.
Making his move, Oishi staggers out of the room, the Kapitan
roaring behind him.
KAPITAN
TO ARMS! TO ARMS!!
EXT. DEJIMA - CONTINUOUS
OISHI’S POV: The drugs hit FULL-EFFECT and reality slips
into a WHORLING NIGHTMARE LANDSCAPE.
As GARGANTUAN DUTCHMEN come running to aid their Kapitan,
Oishi ducks into the labyrinth of cargo crates, making his
way toward where he last saw his men.
BACK IN THE KAPITAN’S OFFICE - the Dutch leader BUSTS OPEN
the ARMS CHEST and starts handing out weaponry to his men:
PISTOLS, CUTLASSES, CURTAL AXES...
BACK TO OISHI
Making his way through the maze when --
Suddenly, TWO DUTCHMEN race around the corner. The one with
the pistol FIRES, but Oishi reacts instantly, whipping the
flat of his blade up as a narrow, VERTICAL SHIELD and bracing
with both hands as -- SPANGGG! -- the bullet RICOCHETS OFF!