<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Old English Text;">It all happened very fast - faster than what Nyoko presented herself as till now would suggest. Sure, she was lazy, egotistical, vain, careless and self-centered, but Haruki was her brother, and Blake was a special chapter. She didn't have the time or the heart to risk both of them for quarrels... Both of them live were better than dead. And so, she grabbed them, and putting all her strengths into her escape, she ran. She ran like hell, faster than she ever has before (or she would have, if not for both of them in her arms), and it seemed to be fast enough to escape... For some time. <br/><br/>She really wanted to believe that she can take them both somewhere far...<br/><br/>How humorous, the Black Samurai thought. How humorous that these two would try so hard to be hard to be strong. Haruki, a slave to the inferno in his heart... Pursuing the Black Samurai in the hopes of ending his existence, only to let his hatred eat away for so long. Nyoko, playing a desperate ploy to save her brother and the mystic... The one he truly he wished to face in his temple. Despite her bluffing, The Black Samurai sheathed his sword as the dear girl ran with all her strength with the men she cared so dearly. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">"I imagine it must be rather embarrassing for those two... Finally have a chance at revenge, only to walk run your tails between your legs. Silly Samurai."</span></span> He said, laughing softly. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">"Well now... I shall sleep... Lying in wait for the next time we meet."</span></span><br/><br/>Passing through the darkness of the Black Samurai's domain... Did Nyoko run with such haste... One would believe she witnessed death in all her ruthless splendor. Amid Nyoko's endless running, petals black and crimson, flying about the girl... Blake's nose cringed at the sudden change in smell... "This smell..." He thought to himself, finding himself falling asleep slowly, as well as Haruki and Nyoko... Adorned in a kimono of black and crimson, stood a woman with lips red as the rose... Hair black as ebony... Eyes red as crimson blood. <span style="font-style: italic">"Well... You can run fast... I'll give you that much... Silly girl."</span> She spoke softly, the three being lifted in the arms of an earth golem...<br/><br/>With three days and three night came and past... Blake soon sprung up, his azure eyes shifting upwards... A visage and scent he was all too accustomed. <br/>"Thanks for helping me." He said coldly.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"She saved you... With the power of her sword, no less."</span> The woman said, turning to Nyoko with a cold stare. <span style="font-style: italic">"You should get cleaned up... Your marks are beginning to show..."</span></span></div>