"Hmph. At first, I thought it the metaphorical way, but it appears you actually [i]are[/i] blind." Herriman started, drawing a couple symbols on the ground.

"She was far from defenseless or helpless. If it weren't for my quick thinking, she would've had me. Also, mutilating her corpse? Well, if you consider dropping her body and returning her weapon to her so she could be resurrected with it mutilating, I'd hate to see what you consider vulgar. Seriously, do you even know what magic is?" He continued, finishing off his communion by rubbing off the symbol on his helmet.

He stood up, more or less replenished, as his free arm cracked and thickened into some kind of armored pincer, and small red eyes pustuled out all over his body like tumors. "I'll be sure to hold up your head nice and plain so your bitch goddess can take a good look at it. Come to your death, samurai!"