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

93.
ISOGAI and others take a hail of musket balls through the
shoulders, legs, arms.
HANJO barely slips aside from an iron fan slice chop meant to
brain him and loses his left ear for the effort.
MINORU ducks away from a decapitating swipe of a RAZOR-SHARP
WHIP CHAIN and we PUSH INTO A SLOW-MO ECU as the tip of the
enemy’s steel whip NICKS HIS NECK, drawing only a single drop
of blood.
And though he fells one opponent after another, OISHI’s back
is RAKED OPEN by dual tiger hooks.
They have to get out.
BASHO!
OISHI
ACROSS THE ROOM
Basho is a human pincushion of arrows, an easy target for
archers who do everything in their power to drop him.
But for all the arrows sticking out of his back, Basho
struggles titanically against--
THE NOW TWENTY SOLDIERS ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE
who, in unison, try to force the doors closed enough for the
six soldiers waiting to drop the heavy WOODEN LOCK BAR --
thick as the trunk of a great tree -- in place. It’s a war
of millimeters as the men try to force the lock bar in
place...but Basho holds the doors just a hair too wide for it
to fit.
INT. TEMPLE - CONTINUOUS
Another arrow buries itself in Basho’s back and he loses
valuable ground.
OISHI sees his men taking heavy damage and calls out again to
their only hope.
BASHO!!!
OISHI
And just as --
THE SOLDIERS OUTSIDE
slide the lock bar in place --