[Pffft--Miyabi actually can't help but break off her story to laugh, smothering the most of it with her hand. He completely broke the mood she was setting, but whatever - now Miyabi's sure he's enjoying the story, and she grins broadly to herself, pleased and somewhat proud. After her giggling ends, though, she has to take a second to get back into the mood.]

Nagi leapt with incredible grace, swinging his blade valiantly! On and on he sliced, well into the moonless night... But Orochi's hide was like steel. The blade left nary a scratch. At long last, Nagi, his energy spent from the intense battle, dropped to his knees, fatigued and gasping for breath. He knew he was staring death in the face.

...It was then that the wolf appeared.