I've never been so happy to see something die," Scarlet commented as Bartholemew helped her up, "Eh... That kind of just happened, but you're welcome, I guess?"<br/><br/>She startled a little as the man before her changed, "Um... What?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh no you don't. You are a Lunatic. A Madman- AND YOU RUBBED YOUR CROTCH ON MY SWORD!"</span><br/><br/>"Technically, he danced his crotch onto your sword-- I just double checked with his narrator," Scarlet corrected absently. Something about this scenario seemed... Odd.<br/><br/><span style="color: #800000"><span style="font-style: italic">"I WILL FEASTTTTT ON YOUR BLOOOODDD! RUB YOUR CROTCH ON ME WILL YOU!?"</span></span><br/><br/>"You know, that last exclamation really took the punch out of the threat." Apparently she was now providing commentary. And not even getting paid for it!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wait a sec. I've seen this before. It was raining... The ground was black... Shiny. Like obsidian... Bloody hell, I have been there before. With him. </span><br/>Her vision blurred a bit, as the memory came back stronger than reality, the two overlapping in her mind's eye. She collapsed.