<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Then someone's gonna sleep real good tonight."</span> He answered, pointing his own blade before him. From the trees and the bushes, like mad little shadows... Revealed themselves in a huge dark frenzy. Either one of them could easily handle the Black Blade presence here...<br/><br/>The dance was not over. Rather, this was only the beginning. With more little devils, much larger fighters took the battlefield. Wrapped in shogun's armor with a giant's hand of a bloody mace, they walked without caution, crushing the trees in their way. With the second dance underway, Blake took to the stage with vigor, dancing through the battlefield with blade and gales, blowing away all in his budding ire. Even to this day, he couldn't believe the power he bore. The last time he knew of this might was the first time he held Shiroihana, Blade of the White Blossom... The powers of the wind brought to lay waste upon his enemies. Striking with the speed of a phantom and strength borne of the white flower. Damn, those were good days! <br/><br/>But before he could press on, his eyes met with the bright red hues of a Black Juggernaut. Raising his mace, bringing it down like a gavel. Although Blake managed to dash out its path...His blade did not make it as well. Crushed by the beast's mace, and shattered by the impact. <span style="color: #0080FF">"Though it wasn't a dull blade... I quite liked it."</span> He muttered, his face slightly saddened.</span>