"What are you going to use? A pinky finger?" He teased. The blade before him was still bleeding blood until there was nothing but a puddle underneath Nathan...and from the blood grew several copies of Nathan, all as black as darkness yet with the same form and shape as him. They all began to slowly step toward Loxus. "Do you think you can take me, newborn? I've been alive since there was life to begin with. I know more and am far more powerful than someone such as you. I will not let you dethrone me and keep me from what I want." Each copy had its own weapon, the same sword only pure black and without texture. They began to surround him, leaving bloody footsteps with each step they took. "Pray to your God, for you will be erased from this plane of existence forever once I am finished with you."