Nyoko almost attacked him in the fierceness that was just now unveiled in her kiss. She didn't want to let go, she was hell-bent on not letting go off him at that moment. "Blake..."  for a moment, she pulled back, holding his face in her hands. "I love you." The words came out naturally. She hardly even realized that she spoke.<br/><br/>Kurohana flew up, held tightly by Haruki's fist. Single-handed, he controlled it well enough to block the blow, the swords crossing, and his grin widened. "I don't intend to let you 'break' me that easily." he laughed, the crimson his eyes have turned to burning like hellfire.<br/><br/>And the sword, the blade that sheds black tears, turned against its maker by the sheer force of Haruki's muscles. He thrust it forth, towards Rosalia's neck. This wasn't fighting to intimidate, or chase away, it was a hit meant to kill, to shred the veins that allowed the flow of precious blood and coated all in crimson.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Now this is what I like.</span>the voice called out to him once more. This time, it sounded rather satisfied with the display of violence Haruki has put up.