He sucked in a breath and held. Being poisoned once was once too many. He heard the crunch of broken glass as another vial was spent, and he was inwardly glad he didn't doubt the man as the toxins began to take hold.

A switch flipped on in him, a very familiar feeling. This battle had gone on long enough, and it was time to put this bulette to rest for the sake of these poor people.

His eyes were steely yet unfocused. He widened his stance and threw open every channel as his hand began to form the first few signs. Jin. Jin. Chi. Ten. Jin. Ten... Then his hands began moving faster and faster, pushing out all other thought. Jin, ten, ten, chi, ten-chi, ten-jin-jin tentenchijinjintenchitenchijinjin-

Bursting to life from him, forming one by one, were katanas emitting thin ribbons of smoke and ether. The more he signed, the more they would appear until they formed a solid ring around him, drowning out the sight of him. Yet still he continued, his body tightening and his eyes narrowing. All one-hundred signs... he had no idea how long he'd spent simply training on the signals alone...

But he was done. His hands came together and his eyes narrowed, pupils narrowing to slits. The blades took to the air, all trained on the fallen bulette. Then with every sweep of his hands, a blade came crashing down into the form. First three, then four, then five, and finally the eight, stirring the air with the sheer force of them as they all struck and dissipated until there was nothing left.

Short of breath, mostly spent, Yuki'to's eyes found their focus again. Is... is it done...?