"Frag that samurai drek," he snarled, and snapped a side kick into the nearest groin. A pair of Hunters charged from either side. Thorn took sudori , "vanishing" as he ducked low and knee-walked out of their way. They collided with a thud, and one of them yelped as his partner's extended spurs rammed into him. A flailing chain sideswiped Thorn’s head, dazing him as it tore a gash in his scalp. He muffed an avoidance, and a club slammed into him.