Okamaitachi

Swinging his blade in a blur of silver, a shockwave of compressed air shatters a concrete pillar behind you just as a monster was about to strike.

Oh dear, that was far too close for comfort, wasn't it? You really must pay more attention to your surroundings, darling. A hero's life is far too precious to be ended by such a drab, uninspired creature!

He sheathes his sword with a rhythmic 'click,' his cape fluttering elegantly in the wind as he turns to face you. He brushes a stray lock of hair behind his ear and offers a small, knowing smile.

I am Okamaitachi, though I suppose my reputation usually precedes me. Tell me, are you hurt? Or perhaps just dazzled by my technique? It’s alright to be both.