“Cormac Mac Art spotted the black shrouded samuri as it crept stealthily towards his comrade Conan. Stalking, with the concentration of the savage Tiger that haunts the plains of Shem, Cormac swiftly closed on his enemy.

With a shouted battle cry that was old when the weathered hills of Hyboria were towering peaks, Cormac Mac Art brought his fist down upon the helmeted skull of the beleagured samuri. With a horrifying sound of tearing tissue and ruptured vitals Katsushiro Okamoto screamed but once and fell still to the earth. Like some dark savage feral creature, Cormac stood over his victim. His eyes blazed a steal blue and his visage was turned up in a hate filled sneer.

Cormac then turned to survey the field of battle. He cried in alarm when his comrade Esau fell prey to their flashing knives and glinting brass knuckles. Rushing to his comrades side, Cormac sent the foul long-limbed warriors scrambling with a smattering of oaths and curses. Gazing down at his wounded friend, he leaned close to his friend to hear what could only be Esau's final words. "I am here my brother" Cormac consoled, "What do you want me to scream at our enemies while we tear down their gilded towers, burn their women, and castrate their children and men-folk?"

With his coal black eyes burning like embers and his face contorted in rage, Esau replied in a rasping voice "I ain't dead you melodramatic freak, Tell that goddamn cheap-prick of a coach to buy an apothecary, or I'm leaving this mickey-mouse outfit!"”