He deftly slices off one of the wriggling crab-meat tendrils as it tries to lash at him. It drops to the ground with a thud and twitches unappetisingly in the dirt.

"I could defeat this thing with a snap of my fingers were we home," he growls. "And I did not become emperor by slacking on my martial drills. Observe."

He ignites the ceruleum cartridge once more and dashes forward. Gunblade wreathed in that eerie blue flame, he slices the tempura which passes for the sushi monster's feet. The flames' residue flickers in the cuts. He ducks beneath its sliced avocado tail as it swings overhead and then fires his shot into the 'belly'.

With a loud squeal of pain and spray of mayonnaise, the thing attempts to stomp on Hades.