Something about the scene unfolding before him that's reminiscent of Kabuki. Perhaps its the idea of a fervant young hero fighting off faceless hoards with a wooden sword and shield. Rokuro's almost so amused that he forgets the worst of the pain, watching Link jump and slash through the shimmer of the barriers with an almost smile.

Unfortunately, that amusement is short-lived. As the initial wave of Sylphid groan and writhe in pain on the ground, a smaller group carrying something big leave the farthest truck. Rokuro can't quite see what they're holding, but the fact it takes four men to carry and is being pointed in their direction can't be good.

"Warrior... look north. What do you see?" Leave it to the medieval-ish soldier and feudal-era priest to have no idea what a rocket launcher looks like.