Граф Орлов
Auto-translated
Kenshiro draws his katana, hesitates for half a second. It’s been a while since he last trained. Striking horizontally at waist level isn’t as easy as it looks. The samurai moves the blade to the right, with the edge facing away from him. A short exhale – and in a moment, he twists his hips and torso, simultaneously turning the blade to face the goblin’s neck.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers