"You're limit? You worry about the wrong person on the battle field. Your limit is my worry. My limit. My limit is what you should worry about, Rook." He said as he closed his eyes, and as she bounded up, shadows chased after her, like arms, but only to propel her up further, into a giant spiraling spiral of darkness above her. " The end of my power, is something you'll never reach, because its ever growing as the light grows nearer, my shadows grow stronger. Light breeds darkness,"<br/><br/>Saying this, Keenst hopped backwards, and did a flip, throwing needles forward., and behind, his hand never leaving his sword, as he slashed upwards, and a wave of shadows came from the ground, like a whip almost. "Do you not understand what you're up against? Or are you that ignorant to the world around you to know you're not the center. To understand you are outmatched." He said with a sadistic smile on his face.