Kang's blade was a whirlwind, and despite the injury to his tail, he used that to trip his opponents when he got a chance. He was breathing heavily, panting, and it was clear that he wasn't going to last much longer without help. He did his best, though, slicing through one soldier's hamstrings and nearly hacking through the arm of another.

Then, quicker than he could react, his sword was knocked from his left hand. It clattered to the ground, and he instinctively tried to reach for it with his right, cursing when he couldn't grip it properly. It was just enough of a delay for a soldier to shoot him in the stomach with several rounds, point blank. Greenish blood leaked from the wounds, staining his kilt.