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

52.
As he tries to reload, Dutchman #2 ROARS DEFIANTLY and
CHARGES with a naval cutlass -- but as he swings, Oishi SLAPS
THE BLADE DOWN with the flat of his left hand and HACKS THE
MAN’S HEAD FROM HIS SHOULDERS with his right.
No time to reload, the Pistoleer flips the gun around to use
as a club. When he swings, Oishi HALF-STEPS BACK and the
butt of the pistol SWISHES PAST his face to OBLITERATE a
wooden crate!
Oishi then HALF-STEPS FORWARD and separates the titan’s arm
from the rest of his body.
Oishi continues on, arriving at --
THE OPIUM DEN
A Dutch attendant rises -- but then falls back as his legs
are HEWN from his trunk.
Myth blends with reality as Oishi moves through, DRAGONS OF
SMOKE swirling around the room. Dozens of Japanese lay
everywhere in an opium stupor. Fallen samurai, ruined
geishas.
Oishi finds HANJO laying on the floor.
OISHI
(shaking him)
Hanjo!
Hanjo opens his eyes, struggling to rise from his narcosis.
HANJO
Oishi... You came. They made
me... They made--
OISHI
I know. Where are the others?
Hanjo points to a BACK ROOM. But suddenly -- BLAM! -- a
pistol ball flips the collar of Oishi’s kimono, so close it
actually SINGES the silk.
Oishi turns on the GUNMAN standing in the doorway, then
springs forward and LANCES the man through the heart so fast
we almost miss it.
Then he’s back by Hanjo’s side.
OISHI
We have to go. Now.
Oishi hefts Hanjo to his feet and races into the back room
just as the Kapitan and his men storm the den.