Predator If It Bleeds 56

Zensuke had seen it, too. He lifted his katana in one hand and charged, screaming a battle cry. The light twisted around where the oni's head must be, facing the new threat. A refracting glow that could only be an arm rose, and two gleaming blades leapt from the end of it.

Hiroto rose, drew back the bow string, and let fly. The arrow sped across the forest and disappeared into the demon's unnatural form. He heard it sink deep into flesh. Dead center. A man would perish in seconds, but not this damnable oni. The pile of broken glass and flames remained standing. But everything had a weak spot. Like his father had taught him, the arrow knows the way. As it prepared to meet Zensuke, Hiroto nocked another arrow.

The long bow creaked, power gathering in his hands. Find the way Hiroto. Set the arrow free. This time he had been focused on the arm. If it had no
heart, then he would cripple its limbs. The arrow sailed across the forest. It struck in a flash of blue. Yet the arm still came down, slicing Zensuke in half. As the samurai went sailing past both sides of the demon, Hiroto truly saw it for the first time. His last arrow had broken the evil spell!-pg.303 chpt.11