Grana's eyes widened as he heard the air shriek and a few men gargle incoherently on their own blood. "Alright, that's signal enough for me! Go, go, go!" Grana began to sprint towards the massive oaken gate leading to the resort, covered by Yoje's Kick Cannon. Grana offered a quick thumbs up as he ran for the gate. Quickly, Inshi's men began to drop the gate, to ensure the intruders couldn't intrude. "Sorry boys, but you guys picked the wrong man to try this against!" Grana laughed as he leaped forward and phased through the gates. He appeared on the other side in the midst of a group of Yarrakonas. "G'evening, gentlemen. May I help you?" Grana flicked his moonlit blade from its sheath, the metal rasping like the tongue of death. Grana was the first to move, diving backwards, hacking at a man's arm to gain his sword. Grana sheathed his own sword, removed the severed hand from the grip of the blade, and using that blade himself. Grana gained two more blades in the same manner, holding them between the knuckles on his right hand. He reached out and stole two more swords. "Four...Five...Almost there!" So though Grana as he fended off a volley of attacks. Grana seemed as a flash of light in his white suit, attacking and then disappearing before anyone could react. Finally Grana acquired two more swords. He began to laugh diabolically, knowing that this was it for them. "Magic-Magic: Meteor Shower."
Having said this, Grana dropped all seven blades, point first, into the ground. They all sank into the cold embrace of the dirt as Grana sprinted towards the nearest gang member, without any weapon to his name. Grana reached out... And cut down the Yarrakona as one of the seven blades appeared in his hand. He twisted and threw it at the first Yarrakona he saw, dashing after his blade. Two more swords appeared in his hands, and Grana treated them the same way, cutting down a Yarrakona or two before hurling the katanas at a different member, sure of a new blade appearing in his hands. There were always at least four blades flying through the air at any one time, and with the dying twilight gleaming off the blades, the technique truly looked like its celestial namesake. Grana stopped and twisted like a corkscrew, slamming six blades into the ground. They disappeared, reappearing in in a circle around Grana, impaling the final few Yarrakonas around himself. His deadly dance complete, Grana reached behind his head with the seventh sword, and threw it towards the man operating the chain the closed the gates. The spinning sword, rotating like a bullet in flight, buried itself within the unlucky Yarrakona, causing him to let go of the chain due to his minor inconvenience. But even as the gate rose, admitting Peter and the others entry, more Sparrows flocked into the courtyard, like worker bees protecting the hive. "Hurry up, they're coming!" Grana warned.
