The best sword fights period-the blade cuts the fresh and blood splatters. And there is one memorable scene where a victim recites a haiku like poem while dying: "My neck sounds as if it is wailing. The wound across the neck that wails like the cold wintry wind. Just once did I wish to slay someone and hear that very sound. How ironic it is to hear from my own neck" How poetic. Live by the sword,die by the sword.