"I wasn't giving you a choice!" Haruki shouted back, the blade dancing in his hands the eerie, mighty dance of violence. As if it was leaving traces of shadows in the air, every Black blade that manage to escape the winds was torn apart by the powerful slashes of Kurohana. If he was fast before, now, every move was the flash of a lightning in the storm of ice and wind that Blake unleashed. And the blade, the blade...<br/><br/>She laughed. She burst out into maddened laughter at every slash that hit its target, ripping them to tiny pieces and shattering them with the shadows, flickering along the katana's edge, ominous and threatening. They sucked the light from the air around, leaving a suffocating darkness on its place, eating away of anything that came near. For that was Kurohana's corrupting, poisoning power - to consume and break anything the dark blade touches. To feast on it, like Akaihana feasted on the blood of its enemies. And when the black flowers will bloom from the ash and tears the blade sheds, nothing will stand against it in the hands of a mighty wielder.<br/><br/>He himself laughed. With every slash and every beheaded, bloodied, shamefully defeated Black Blade, he laughed like a crow. Haruki, just as well as Kurohana, gazing at the world through his eyes, was enamored with this destruction of their enemies. He was far from perfect, but this strength, pulsing inside his veins, was making him believe he can defeat everything that would dare stand in his way.