The Silver Hand drew their weapons and Daihachi knew this would end badly. Thinking quickly, he ripped his ring from his finger and shoved it into Minehime's hand before shoving her back as far as he could. "Stay back, Minim!" He ordered before transforming into his beast form. The Silver Hand launched at him and he fended them off as well as he could. The silver blades cut deep into his skin, but he refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing they caused him pain. He ripped and tore into all of them, killing them all slowly one by one. His fur was steadily becoming more and more stained, not only with his blood but with the blood of the Silver Hand. They refused to stop until either he was dead or they were, and it was slowly looking like it would be the latter of the two. Soon, there was only one Silver Hand left. The poor woman shook with terror before driving her silver dagger into Daihachi's shoulder. He snarled and ripped her throat out, watching her choke on her own blood before dying. Daihachi huffed, his breathing labored. His knees were shaking, he was close to collapse. He looked back at Minihime, making sure she was ok, before dropping to the ground in a heap.