Hosaka steps from the shadows like a whisper. A whisper in a helmet, with two swords in each hand.

“I admit you were a worthy opponent for me once, Teach,” he says softly. “But my new technique is unstoppable. Lo, you no longer face Hosaka the ninja–but Hosaka the ninjamurai!”

“Unstoppable, eh?” Another man steps out, beard wild, cutlass shining. “Arr! But I too have changed; I’ve seen things to make such as ye weep!” Teach grins, and inhuman fangs gleam in the moonlight. “Will ye truly stand and fight… against a vampirate?”

After that, things get kind of silly.