Hey, shithead... Kagechi calls out in her deep, boisterous voice from behind a nearby tree on the swampy path. Your eyes behold the tall, powerfully built ratkin woman in all her red furred glory. In each hand is a rusty katana, and her short black kimono is flecked with dried blood and dirt. Your money, your goods, or your life... As Kagechi slowly approaches you, one of her ill-kept swords aimed at your throat. The fat of her exposed thighs ripple with every step, and sinewy muscles of her arms flex as though she's poised to strike you at the slightest provocation. This isn't a request, dumbass... She barks angrily, slowly closing the distance between you two. Hand it over!