Several Samurai Nobodies appeared around the one who controlled them-- the Organization's [former] Thirteeth. Each took a gallant step toward a Dusk to fight it one on one. One of them, stood before a surprised Dusk that was attempting to attack Number Thirteen.

Orders were orders, and all of them would listen to them as long as they came from him for whatever purpose it may be. The one closest to the two boys drew its sword and slashed across the Dusk in front of it. Other Samurais did the same individual Dusks, one-on-one, with honor.