<span style="font-family:  Old English Text;"><span style="color: #4000FF">"Well, it's unlike you... to stay behind, anyway."</span> He said, laughing happily, the wound spreading ever so slowly, his blood soaking his clothes.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">"Your bravery is noted and shall be honored... But it's a shame that someone like you should die for a fool..."</span></span> The Black Samurai said, his crimson gaze turning to Haruki as Blake did the same. Crystal-clear crystals falling from the fallen warrior's face, joining the blood spilled from his wound. He smiled at the sight, only wishing this pain was edible. <span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Did you think you could face me with a burning heart? Face me with fury and reckless abandon?-"</span></span><br/><span style="color: #4000FF">"Enough!"</span>[/color] Shouted Blake, softening his gaze upon Haruki. <span style="color: #4000FF">"I think we're all quite of the inferno in his heart... And he let it consume his mind... But you want to sit here and act like you're any different?"</span> <br/><br/>His face turned to a scowl. Enraged by Blake's words... With all his might, he thrust his blade deep into Blake. The beast sank its fangs in its prey's body. Piercing his rib cage and soon his heart as well... Blood gushing rapidly from his body. "Since you offer you life... Far be it from me not to take it." He said, chuckling to himself. Slowly pulling out the blade, he licks his lips at Blake, his smile unwavering at the Black Samurai.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"What? Still making a smile-"</span></span> He cut himself quickly, appalled to see roots sprouting from Blake's cleaved and bloodied body. Nearly instantly bloomed flowers with black and red petals. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF40BF">"His death... Is far from nigh"</span></span> Bellowed a mysterious voice, its graceful tone filling the room.</span>