"Well, my Lord. You have your chaos," Yamagata stated dryly, appearing to have aged fifty years in the short course of the battle.

The Miura Generals screamed their orders, trying to keep their units together. The powerful soldiers struck with the weight of sledgehammers when the enemy drew close, but they were not allowed to build up any fighting momentum as the enemy came from all fronts.

Arrows chased away clouds, falling down upon Miura men, giving them hardly any time to react. The Generals ordered their men further into the fray, so that the volleys of arrows would not claim only allied lives, they would also claim the enemy's, should they choose to continue to lose them.

The wings had it worst. They dealt with the continual charge of cavalry, whilst being held in place by the infantry. The hors.e.m.e.n would gallop through, slaughtering everyone in their path, and then they would disengage, trot a short distance away, and then build up the momentum for another execution.

Morohira held the right-wing. It was lucky that he did too. The man thrived on bloodshed. Two arrows pierced his chest, but they only made him fight harder. His soldiers had emptied their barrels and expended all their bullets just before the enemy came upon them. Then they threw their rifles away, just as they had been taught to, and their hands fell to their swords.

By necessity, that right-wing unit had adopted a circular formation for it was demanded from them that they fight on all fronts. It stopped them from being completely overwhelmed immediately, but with the way things were going, and the mounting pile of allied bodies, it would not take long.

The left-wing was in a marginally better place. Jikouji and his men had managed to blast apart the cavalrymen before they could land a single charge against them. But there was still the infantry to their front, and the arrows that came out over the top. They fought fiercely, and they would survive for a time.

The Miura centre had hardly budged. Akiko and Rin stood strongly with Yamamoto and they refused to give a single inch to the enemy. A row of peasant spearmen came at them, and the two girls set upon them like a strong wind. Akiko danced her way past ten jabbing spears and severed a head with her naginata, and then an arm, and then a leg, all in a single graceful sweep of her weapon.

Rin leapt into the air, searching for more worthy heads. She found the captain of that yari ashigaru unit, with a red ribbon on his sleeve and she threw her naginata towards him without a single shred of hesitation. The naginata was far from being a throwing weapon, but after leaving her hands, it pierced through the enemy all the same, cutting the valves of the man's heart before he even knew what had come at him. She cracked the wooden heel of her sandal into another spearman's face, fracturing his skull and relieving him of his weapon. She took that spear with her and blasted apart the enemy ranks like a pile of leaves, until she retrieved the naginata from the captain's body.

Kenshin watched all the while, stroking his chin. He held up his fan and sent more men towards the centre. He intended to suffocate them before they could put up any further resistance. The bow units changed their position at the order and began to send all their arrows towards the centre, neglecting the wings.

With but a single volley of that magnitude, the centre's fighting strength was nearly halved.

"My turn," Gengyo said, drawing his rapier, the weapon feeling odd in his hand. "On me, Yamagata, we're going to even the odds."

He spurred his horse into a gallop and his command centre of a hundred mountain men followed. It was not the left-wing – whose chances of victory seemed very possible – or to the centre – who might well still be able to get back in the fight – but to the right-wing, where his father fought, where the battle was almost certainly lost. Where his small dispatchment of men might have the least effect, or that was the way it might have appeared.

He met the remnants of the Uesugi cavalry – some three hundred men – and he met them midcharge, catching their flank with an arrowheaded formation that he headed. They shattered through the side, killing multiple men instantly. It was only towards the centre that they found resistance.

A man came at Gengyo with his katana, screaming his blood thirst. Gengyo was forced to duck underneath the blow, knowing that his rapier did not excel in parrying such heavy strikes. Even with his hand missing, his swiftness still remained and the sword went wildly over his head. Gengyo thrust with his sword whilst leaning heavily to one side in his saddle and the sharp blade punctured neck. With a flourish, he had torn his throat to pieces.

It felt like a clumsy and awkward way to kill someone when Gengyo was so used to his old sword style. But when the next two enemies came, he began to find his rhythm. They set upon him together, knowing his head to be prized above all. The slender piece of steel outranged a katana by a rather respectable amount. Before they could even think to swing at him, he had jabbed his blade through one man's eye and cut open a gash on the other's thigh. It was a gauntleted fist to the throat that ended him as Gengyo still clutched the sword in the very same hand.

They broke through the other side and the Uesugi cavalry was left with but a few stragglers. Gengyo admired their work with satisfaction, turning his new blade in his hand. "Not the best weapon for horseback, but it will do," he proclaimed, before charging around behind the right-wing to assist his father with the bulk of infantry that had been settled upon him like a pile of weighty stones.