The Black Samurai licked his lips with excitement, watching Haruki sheathe his sword, and teeth barred. His right hand quickly for his own katana, and unsheathed the blade slowly, the metal making an eerie sound. He soon pointed the katana to Haruki, allowing the man to see its black blade.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm sorry to end your fun if you enjoyed it that much!"</span>As Haruki spoke, the Black Samurai laughed, returning Haruki's sneer with a wicked smile.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">"I think my fun is about to begin... I wonder how and your quiet friend here fight while you're drunk..."</span></span>He said, his tone calm and welcoming. And then in the blink of an eye... He disappeared, soon reappearing behind Haruki, his hands gripping both hands. He thought this would be too easy... Before blocking Blake rushed in, sword drawn, a cold stare on his face. "You might have to cut you fun short!" He said, watching the samurai's moment of shock, surprised by his speed.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/><span style="color: #000000">"Whoa! It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?"</span></span>He chuckled, pushing Blake back as he looked at Haruki, then at Blake.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">"You guys might be drunk, but I think we're gonna have so much fun ... It might just sober you both up..."</span></span>