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

91.
CHIEF MONK
We knew you would come.
How..?
OISHI
HEAVY FOOTSTEPS resound from an alcove...and like a demon
returned fresh from hell, the NINJA CLANLORD steps from the
shadows. Pulls down his mask to reveal half his face has
become a MELTED, SCARIFIED HORROR from the lava beneath Mt.
Fuji.
It’s the last person on earth Oishi wants to see.
CHIEF MONK
Kira is safe in his fortress,
ronin. Unlike you.
(to his musketeers above)
Kill him.
The crowd swiftly moves away from Oishi as the musketeers
draw a bead, and just as they are about to fire --
One of the musketeers heads just SLIDES OFF HIS SHOULDERS and
TOPPLES to the floor below.
Another’s arm simply SEPARATES at the shoulder, dropping his
musket.
An archer SCREAMS as two feet of shining steel protrude
through his chest, lancing his heart.
Still another is CLEAVED IN ‘TWAIN, from crown to root, and
falls apart in two symmetrical pieces -- revealing Minoru
standing behind him.
As other ronin go to work on the rest and blood and body
parts rain down, the crowd ERUPTS IN CHAOS. Utter mayhem
ensues as two hundred villagers run in every direction.
Instantly --
THE NINJA CLANLORD
turns to look back -- and discovers Oishi gone. Blended back
into the crowd.
Around him, soldiers and warrior monks begin to drop as the
ronin attack like ghosts, materializing to slit a throat,
then vanishing back into the crowd.
In the pandemonium, it’s impossible to tell harmless villager
from foe. To the Chief Monk, there is only one solution.