With his attack blocked and then being pushed back, Karma straightened up. This guy wasn't fighting seriously, not yet at least. He regarded the clone not as his appearance wanted him to think but how he actually saw him. Just another man with a sword. When the clone began to speak of his memories and his father, Karma could only begin to laugh.<br/><br/>"You think that by saying that you know my father will affect me?" Karma laughed again. "You probably know him better than I do, but that means nothing here." He held out his sword arm, pointing his blade toward the clone. "Here and now, that all that matters. You're either going to come with me peacefully..." He paused for effect, his face becoming a dark expression. "...Or I'll take you with me by force. Weiss only said I was to bring you to him alive, he didn't say you had to be awake."<br/><br/>He kept his eyes fixed on the Muramasa. How many people had that blade slain? Were their souls still chained to its existence? The lifestream worked in miraculous ways, maybe it was possible.<span style="font-style: italic">'Whatever...'</span>He thought.<span style="font-style: italic">'Let's just get this done.'</span>Karma flicked his blade in his hand and took a measured step forward. "So then, what'll it be?"