Muramasa frees me, and I charge forward, sword raised. I watch as the demon brings his blade up to block me, and suddenly I'm spinning, bringing my sword in low. Sparks fly as the demon uses his unnatural speed to deflect my strike. The sentient blade directs my every move, and I don't even hesitate as he cries out for blood. Pressing the attack, I watch in glee as the evil creature before me truly begins to fear for his very existence. My blade will feast on his soul today, and while it won't bring back my loved ones, it will at least be some measure of recompense.
Marchosias is speaking to me, pleading with me, but my blood pounds in my ears, and I can't understand his words. His hands make the same gesture that'd frozen me in place earlier, but Muramasa somehow deflects the demon's power.
Finally I draw blood, as my blade sinks deeply into the demon's thigh. His howl of pain is sweet music to my ears, penetrating the blood rage that guides me.
