[x] Slam it's face in with a tetsubo
Will Roll to resist Fear: 3d10+6= 13. Failure
Attack Roll: 4k3=29
Fear hits you like a physical force as the Oni skitters toward you, its pointed legs clacking across the floor in quick taps. This is a monster above any other, a creature spawned from the physical substance of Jigoku itself. Evil made manifest, given shape and form to torment the innocent and break the valorous. Nothing stands higher amongst the banes of your Clan.
Your limbs feel heavy… Your mind… clouded. How can you hope to stand against something like this? How could anyone hope to defeat something so awful? This is an Oni. It is the monster that feeds on courage, the abomination that kills hope and the demon that shatters all faith.
It is death itself, and it is coming for you.
Those six, childish faces that compose the Oni's front smile at your shocked stupefaction as the creature rears up to loom before you. It is so large… How can it be so large? How can anything right and proper be this huge? But the answer is obvious. Nothing can, for this monstrosity is an affront against all that is natural and clean. Its very existence defies all sanity, destroys the comforting illusions of a rational world.
Move you fool! you scream within the depths of your terror-addled mind as the deadly sharp limbs of the Oni come for you. Fight! Fight, Heavens damn you! You're going to die!
With a wrench of your battered will you force yourself to move. You swing your tetsubo, trying desperately to force this awful thing away. Your weapon moves with unseemly haste, driven more from fear than determination or rage. But despite all your speed and desperation, the Oni's sinuous body twists out of the way just inches before your tetsubo would strike clean.
"Naughty boy," the Oni says in its six-tone voice, all its heads speaking at once. It strikes at you almost lazily, and you stumble away just in time to dodge a terribly sharp limb.
The follow up attack, however, hits you dead in the chest. You gasp as you are taken off your feet, flying back into the stone table where the boy Danzu rests. The power of that strike, the strength behind it, is such that you actually break off a few chips. A groan of pain slips past your lips, your composure slipping in the face of the utter horror of your situation
You barely keep a grip on your weapon, can only just manage to stop yourself from clutching yourself in pain. You can feel the bruises forming already on your chest and back, and know deep in your bones that it is only the grace of your mother's gift that kept that attack from being so much worse. You put a hand on the table and attempt to stand, your legs shaking as your enemy begins to skitter toward you.
A zombie flies through the air toward the Oni, but the monster dodges the corpse easily and turns toward its attacker. The Ogre, Muharanok, charges toward the spawn of Jigoku with sword in hand. The ground almost seems to shudder beneath the Ogre's weight, and with a roar of defiance Muharanok swings his sword. The power behind his blow is such that you can feel a breeze even from where you desperately try to regain your footing.
But it is to no avail. The Oni twists around Muharanok's attack as easily as it did your own, and continues to motion to wrap around the Ogre. Its sinuous body twists and constricts, closing tight. Its spiked limbs dig deep, drawing rivulets of blood as the Oni turned its many faces toward the Ogre.
"Oh, isn't this just wonderful!" the Oni says as it wraps ever-tighter around Muharanok. "The dumb beast finally has a chance to fight back against one of its masters! What fun!"
"I do not serve you!" Muharanok bellows. "I am free!"
"But are you really, little pet?" the Oni asks. "Your people saved the world once, defeated Jigoku's great champion Rakshasa back when everything was so much younger. So proud you all were! So fierce!" The smiles on the faces grow wider. "And now your kind is nothing but our slaves! How does it feel, beast, to be released of us only to better know your failures?"
"Silence!" Muharanok roars, his muscles bulging as he attempts to get loose. "The Mikata will be free of your ilk! We'll kill all of you wretched filth and send you screaming back into your pit!"
"So angry," the Oni says mirthfully. "Such an ill-tempered pet." Its claws dig in deeper, drawing rivulets of blood as Muharanok screams in agony. "We'll have to fix that."
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Sosuke has suffered 18 Wounds. He is in the Grazed Bracket and has 58 Wounds remaining. He will suffer +3 to all TNs until he has healed.
I will allow the use of an Honor Roll to shake off the effects of the Oni's Aura of Fear, should you decide to take it. Also note that you have two Void Points still because you've not spent any today, so you can choose to negate 10 damage should you desire.