Rakshasa's is fully plated from helmet to chestplate, gauntlets and leggings, fully, soaked in the spurting blood of her victims. Tatters of ragged cloth jut out haphazardly, as if the lust for carnage threatens to break free. his great katana held the namesake of his and many others that share the blood hunger, it Increases damage dealt to foes, but greatly increases damage taken by the wearer. ye it will cut down and devour any who opposed him or them. Only those who repeat the cycle without rest can truly subvert the self and become Rakshasa.

The crimson soaked knighted samurai from the far lands of reed wielded a great katana with the tempering pattern of its black blade forever stained red with blood.

The weapon of Rakshasa, is long black blade with the edge drenched in blood, it needs to be held with both hands, so he would cut down and devour any who opposed him. A berserker's weapon truly used to endure enemy attacks and reply with one's full fury, Only those who repeat the cycle without rest can truly subvert the self and become Rakshasa..

As the Tarnished entered the mausoleum of Rakhsasa, he lifted his head, while his gaze was hidden behind that armored helmet, he lifted himself up and extended his weapon with his namesake, taking a fighting stance with that elongated odachi.

"Come at me and become one of the many fools that have come and fallen before my blade." Rakhsasa hissed as he readied himself for combat.