Mat wasn't thrilled about having to take the life of an old man but honestly what is this old man doing here. The pits was a dangerous place for anyone much less some one like him. Then a thought hit Mat. He must be a master of masters. A man so strong and powerful that he fears no man, beast, devil or god. He must be a man that deserved to be feared and people should flee at his approaching foot steps. He must be a man that had taken thousands of lives. He must have truely been almight. He must have never met an Inakamono. Mat oppened his mouth to speak but instead of words it was more like a green flag dropping. The go sign. Mat moved so quick the butterfly like demons hanging off of him were thrown from the shock of it.
Moving in quickly at full speed, SS-rank, Mat spun the long arm weapon around one time before reaching the old man. Using a single arm in the attack, Mat aimed simply to cleave the old man's head in a single blow. The butterflys did their best trying to keep up as the trailed behind mat, fluttering about as butterflys normally do.