Magical Starsign.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Horyo lunged, fangs bared and eyes blazing with combat-energy. His blade flowed out of its sheath in a flash, twirling in the air quickly before he pounced it, catching it in his jaws again as he darted down at Shadow from above, a quick fluid motion left ribbons of white and silver streaking in the blade's wake as his sword clashed with Shadow's. Sparks flew from the edge of his sword as their blades met, and with a twist of his head, Horyo's blade slashed downward, then up in a wide arc. His katana was about four feet long, highly polished an gleaming silver with thin white edges. Strangely, it wasn't as sharp as it ought to be, but could still cut.