I take advantage of the momentary opening to strike past the first samurai’s defenses. My flashing sword connects with the samurai’s black-lacquered armor in a shower of sparks and leaves a long rip in the knowbot’s structure. Hashing code and neon fractals show through the gaps in the knowbot’s samurai form, the raw internal organs of the program exposed. There is a cry off to my side as the other samurai pins down Bakemono and slashes his katana through the goblin spirit’s form. Bakemono’s head comes off cleanly and tumbles across the room before the spirit breaks up and dissolves. I feel a sharp pang from the death of my servitor, who is a part of me.