Maybe it wasn't necessary, but it helped, and right now pride could take second place to surety. Especially when Edge lacked his best tools to handle this madness. Ninjutsu would have cut through this flock in no time flat, but it remains beyond him here. How damn annoying!

Still, where the magic of Eblan fails, the sword shall prevail. In a whoosh of scarf, Edge takes up position next to her, the Masamune in one hand and the curved blade of a folded-up fuma shuriken in the other. "Mind if I cut in?"