And LO! Descending from the heavens atop a chariot of gold, the Astral Samurai struck lances of flame and lightning upon the crowns of all those who stood before them, driving shock and awe deep within the hearts of those shattered souls whose lives would soon be timely ripped from their still living (but soon to be unliving) corpses!
Indeed, none could oppose the arrival of the Astral Samurai, so great was his entrance, so dramatic and so momentous.
With the clunk of human-hide boots, the Astral Samurai descended from his Chariot of Fire, raised a gauntleted hand unto the souls and spake thusly, "Greetings pathetic and mewling folk of this shire. I bring thee an ultimatum: Provide shelter for me and mine salty brethren, or I shalt smite thee and thine kin with great feats of arms, hellfires and lightning bolts."
And the world
did quiver, for the wrath of the Astral Samurai was indeed great and legendary, and waxed very quickly.