Haruki attempted to snap after him once more after the winds brought him back to Blake's side, but his sword pierced just a cloud of black smoke. With a surprised and confused look, he turned to his companion. The Black Samurai just... Disappeared. First he made his sword turn against him, and then he simply became mist in the air. He felt his hatred towards him just grow... He was playing with them like a cat with a mouse. As if they were nothing but another toy.<br/><br/>"Now what... Was this?" he asked him silently, slowly returning his katana into its sheath. The very presence of the Black Samurai left the air heavy...<br/><br/>He slowly dropped back onto the roof, crossing his legs under his hakama, and gazing at the city, now completely in chaos. "Another festival spoiled." he growled. "But I have to thank you. I don't know what would be if I fell, but I doubt it would be nice."