A machine all made of wood and bronze descended from the sky, suspended by giant airscrews. It was even bigger than the Autoviathan, far dwarfing either human.

“To win this fight, I must conquer myself,” said Musashi. “In contrast, to win YOUR fight, you must conquer a giant ancient killing machine built by a crazed genius.”

“Not just one genius!” a voice echoed from all around them. “I have traveled through time. Collected within this brass shell are the minds of every great genius the world has ever known!”

Dodging crashing scythe-arms and booming giant javelins, Lincoln shouted, “Fiend! Have you killed Tesla already?”

The machine paused, clicking and whirring. “Well, not EVERY genius. That would be ridiculously labor intensive. Still, I have enough to finish you!” Giant paper wings sprouted from the machine, carrying it into the sky, where it circled for a final deadly pass.

A shadow stepped from the other shadows. Musashi stood and flicked his sword’s hilt an inch from its scabbard.

“It is time.”