It was to the point that there were almost two enemy Generals per allied General. It was a ridiculous position that would result in death quicker than they might have liked.
Akiko moved to help Jikouji, blocking a strike from a newcomer that had been aimed at his back, dancing lightly around their position, agile and comfortable with the blade. The old man barely noticed her out of the corner of his eye, breathing extremely heavily. "This isn't working…" He stated the obvious, his muscles barely holding out as he blocked the most recent strikes. It might have been his imagination, but each blow seemed heavier than the last.
