Vance studied his weapons intently, going over techniques in his mind as he looked from the trench knife on his left hand to the cutlass in his right, before saying a silent prayer as he stepped ever closer to the door standing between him and the woman he'd fallen for, knowing it would only be through a fight that he could save her. The pirate reached his hand out--but was surprised when a pang of fear crept into his mind, though it was quickly dismissed. It would not arise again.

Wasting no time, the warrior brandished his weapons and kicked down the wooden door, causing several black and red garbed warriors to turn their attention to him, and noting his weapons quickly armed themselves with various weapons--claws, kunai, swords, spears, etc., but before they could attack, Vance made his move--several in fact.

After quickly scoping out the room, Vance leaped at one of these "Samurai" quickly taking him down after giving him a deep wound to the midsection with his cutlass, before parrying an attempted decapitation and countering with thrust of his sword/throat slicing combination, cutting the assailant down, as he fell to the ground grasping his neck in vain.

"Where is she," Vance barked, pointing his cutlass at another enemy, as they circled around. "Where is Jiyu!?" His question was met by two of the newly-christened Samurai attacking at him with a naginata and katana respectively.

Vance was able to avoid most of their strikes, though suffered scar across his cheek from the katana-wielding enemy and was forced back against the wall of the research room, before dropping down to a knee, seemingly in defeat.

"Hmph. To think this was all it would take to defeat you," one of the Samurai laughed as the closed in on the pirate.

"I can't believe we're only just now getting in on this power," another boasted. "Any last words, Pirate?"

"Just one," Vance began, not looking up at his foe. "Smokescreen!" At that a cloud of smoke poured from the computer on his wrist and he took this opportunity to dash past several Samurai, cutting into their armor, and into their flesh, and as the smoke cleared, Vance had not only escaped his former predicament, but had carved a path of blood and steel at the same time. "I know you all know where Jiyu was taken! Tell me now. I'm running out of patience, and you're running out of men!" he shouted, putting away his trench knife and pulling out a blaster, quickly shooting down two opponents, as well as shooting down all but one shuriken aimed at him, the lone one remaining  catching him in the torso, ripping his shirt, but not causing serious injury.

The rage-driven warrior was undeterred, however and looked about for any sign that anyones' resolve was weakening.

"Fine. I'll tell you," a voice piped up. "If you can beat me." A Samurai, brandishing a long scythe stepped forward, a smirk on his face as the others began to back away, giving him room.

Vance put his blaster away, reaching for his knife again. "Fine. I really hope you're not lying to me," he said, getting into his usual stance. "I just got the last guy who tried to pull this same stunts blood off my gloves."