<span style="font-style: italic">"Because me and Haruki are two different things. I am not, unlike my brother, obsessed by revenge to the point of getting my head cut off for it, or my body mangled to a bloody mesh. Don't think of us two as of one and the same thing. Now, begone... I can do awful things to you. I will be merciful, and give you a few more weeks, but if you don't disappear, I won't show you any compassion."</span><br/><br/>Compassion? Mercy? The Black Samurai knew not of such things. Moreover, despite the coldness of her voice, the Black Samurai's menacing smile grew larger. Chuckling wryly for a short moment, then bursting into hysterical laughter at the girl. "Tell me you're joking!" He finally exclaimed, pointing at Nyoko, humor clear on his murky face. "You may have saved your brother, Haruki and your friend, Blake... But poor Haruki couldn't land a single blow on me... You caught me off guard. But how do you think you'll fare... When you have my full attention?" He asked curiously. "I can do awful things to you, you said. Well, how about you prove it?"<br/><br/>"Nyoko..." Blake said, turning to Nyoko with worry on his face. "Take Haruki and leave... I can't stand to see either of you... get hurt."