A bat taps against the shoulder of a slowly approaching man, face covered in scars. Each step of his is heavy, filled with a mix of malice and vigor, voice carried in a heavy Kansai dialect as he opens his mouth to speak.

"Bugger off." He'd motion a hand upwards, pushing two men to either side of him away as he approaches, a hannya mask resting between his fingers. "Yer' in the way. Maybe movin' would be yer' best bet? I'd rather not dirty my hands too much, m'self."